The place God calls you is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet.
-Buechner

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

45 Minutes

I have the best job in the world.

Most days I also have one of the hardest jobs in the world.

Some days fly.

Most days are filled, however, with these periods that seem to last f.o.r.e.v.e.r.

Empathize?

I can often reflect upon a day and think of the million things my boys and I did together and wonder how there were moments, hours perhaps, that seemed to drag.

During one thirty to forty-five minute interval today...

(I honestly don't know exactly how long it was as, when the sun is shining you don't look at your watch you just get the heck outside, people)

We see Mr Golden Sun, (after singing for him repeatedly throughout the past several days)...and head outside with binoculars. Because you know, they are much more effective when looking at things in the distance rather than little brothers' faces up close, indoors.

Upon arriving at the end of the driveway, yesterday's hopscotch is rediscovered.









One round of that and we're ready to move on to the next most exciting thing...seeing if our road really is smooth and hilly enough for Lightening, RPM, and Leak Less to race.

Good news, folks: It Is.




Five minutes of racing cars and Tait goes on his endless search for weeds - ah hem - flowers. How sweet.





This offering took no bribes.

Really.

I promise.

Following the hopscotch adventure, car racing, and weed - ah hem - flower picking, the boys decided they would go catch butterflies...yes, with our garbage and recycling cans. I have no explanation. Any butterfly caught by one of these doesn't deserve to get away. (Oh and in case you are wondering, yes, they are walking away from our driveway. This hunt took sheer determination...and perseverance...and perhaps a few other synonyms.)



I will admit to a requested pose on this one.

Well worth it.

Ain't they cute?!

All that in well under three-quarters of an hour. Somedays I truly don't understand how we get through an entire nine hours.

Best job in the world.

4 comments:

Katie said...

I laughed pretty hard when I got to their butterfly catching gear...how resourceful! were they successful?

Chad, Laura and Sara said...

Oh those pictures made me smile - I like the garbage ones the best, they look like they are working so hard!

L

emily and mike said...

Yes, it really is the best job in the world but I can totally relate to some hours just dragging!
Your boys are beautiful. Loved all the photos!

Yours Truly said...

Totally relate. With an attention span of 3.2 minutes....some hours last all day. Love the pics of your boys!