Oh, blessed Friday!!
I've been waking up these past few days to the sound of the birds chattering outside my window. They get cranked up about fifteen minutes before my alarm goes off (grrrrr). My son, George, has offered to apply his bb gun skills to the "problem," but I don't think the neighbors would appreciate the carnage being strung all over the yard.
Anyway, since the tweeting fowl aren't loud enough to break any of the other seven members of the household out of a snore, I'm getting in some good quiet time before the troops arise in hunger. I was thinking this morning about the post I wrote yesterday on suffering and the deep gratitude Steve and I have for those who have helped us out in so many ways throughout the past year.
One act of generosity that truly touched our hearts came from Steve's family. They gave up two entire Saturdays to help us rebuild our deck. In the past year, due severe weather, our home has taken quite a beating. Last spring a massive hail storm tore up our roof, garage doors and the screen that wraps around our deck. Then, just a few weeks ago, a wind storm came through and blew a huge portion of our fence down.
I am convinced that Lyme disease's BFF is Mother Nature, and they are camping out with all of their drama and hostility in our back yard. But we are fighting back, and we've got an army of family and friends who are marching right beside us to help!
And, get it done they did!
The boys were right in the middle of the action and were amazingly helpful. Any time they are able to work along side their dad, I am so thankful. Steve taught them how to use the table saw to cut some of the lumber, and each of them took a turn with the drill.
I was so proud of Benedict. Sometimes I can't believe how capable he is when he's working with Steve. He can take on a lot of the work that adults do on the farm, including running the equipment and wrenching in the shop. He handled the variety of tools needed to build the deck with confidence and ease. He is really going to bless his own family and community one day with all of the skills he has learned from his father.
Of course it wasn't all nose-to-the-grindstone all day long. There was time in between tasks for a few creative projects to be built on the side...
In addition to the deck, I also gained some lovely home accessories including a hat rack, a coat rack, and a gun rack (which is funny, because our boys NEVER hang up ANYTHING, which means they won't get used, and are purely decorative).
Charlie was quality control master. For those two days, he ran around the yard and the deck making sure that everything was working properly, the ladder, the tool belts, the saw-horses, the paint brushes. No one needed to give him a job, because he just put himself in charge of everything and everyone.
Cutest foreman ever!
I think the paint fumes started getting to George. Little did he know that doing multiple flips on the trampoline would only make him more dizzy. Or did he know....
Now that the work is over, it's time to thank our family properly with some good times on the beautiful deck that they helped us build. I hope, hope, hope that one of those "good times" is a celebratory toast of Steve being healed from Lyme. Please keep up the prayers, they are working!!
Pictures of the finished product to come....
Until then, have a great weekend, my friends!