Today my daughter attended her last day of 4K. I picked her up from school, shed tears as I again thanked Mrs. Miller for a wonderful school year, and told her we should keep in touch. She should come over for tea sometime. She promised to call me, gave me a hug, and then I rushed out the door to get Archer. I had promised I'd pick him up from school. I had seven minutes to drive one mile (in heavy traffic, behind school busses and through many stop signs) before the bell rang and he came out looking for us.
Straight to Target to find ballet shoes for Shelly. A pit stop for a cookie and pretzels along the way. When we got home we got right on our bikes and headed off to the playground. When we finally came in for the night, at 8:22 p.m., Archer said, "But we haven't had SUPPER yet!" Oh yeah!
The kids were ordered to take showers, I made some mac n cheese, and they didn't get to bed till 10:00.
There was barely a moment to grieve Shelly's final day of 4K in the one room schoolhouse. (No kidding, the class had their own little schoolhouse, separate from the "big school.") There was no time for lingering in the aisles of Target. And definitely not a single minute to waste just sitting around once we got home. Go go go!
The only thing that really slowed us down was Shelly's missing bike helmet. We couldn't go on a bike ride without it. Shelly confidently said to me, "I just have a feeling I'm going to find it, because I prayed and asked God to help me." We finally gave up, put her in the trailer with E, and went off to the playground at church. Where Archer discovered the missing helmet! "Thank you JESUS!!" Shelly cried in the greatest pronouncement of joy and faith I could imagine. She promptly fell down on the ground and laid there for a moment, on her back with arms spread wide in amazement.
Did I tell you that we visited that playground yesterday? Did I mention that Shelly had her first major bike incident of the season, and scraped her leg from knee to ankle next to a van-full of onlookers? Did I tell you we had to ride our bikes a half mile home with Shelly crying all the way and blood soaking her sock? And somehow, we forgot her helmet at the playground and the Lord preserved it for us and delivered it back into our hands today! Yesterday's hurt is nearly forgotten!
In all of this, every little moment is filled with choices and cute expressions and that one funny thing that Eli did and all of those details. But there is absolutely no time to stop for the details, for the lingering and wallowing or savoring of it, we are too bound to move forward. There is barely time to look back. I do not believe that the Lord made us to stop and stare for too long. I believe He made us to keep moving forward, towards Him, ever seeking to be closer.
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