Yesterday we embarked on the beginning of the "lasts" in the countdown to our move. And since it is the first of the lasts, I thought I'd better commemorate it with a post. Although we are excited about the provision and opportunity that the Lord has directed us to, we will miss the goodness that He has allowed us to enjoy here at this house in B____. Of course, we will miss our family the most, but we don't consider any of the time spent with them to be "lasts" because it won't be. Thank God for a loving and supportive family if you have one, and if you don't, pray that the Lord will show you how to establish the groundwork for the next generation to have this
great blessing! And you will be able to rejoice as you see it happening!
First on our frivolous list of lasts was a vow to have breakfast again at our favorite little hometown breakfast and bistro establishment that is within walking distance of our house. So we took advantage of the morning that, thanks to my mom and dad, began with only one child under the age of 2 and 1/2 in the house instead of the usual three. Since it was a very chilly fall morning, we bundled up this one:
and took a walk through the modest but pleasant sub we live in, and ended here:
After scanning the day's specials we took our seats and giggled about how dorky we looked to the other patrons since we were taking pictues of everything as if we hadn't been out in years. This little girl agreed:
Then our food came. Jessie ordered his favorite western omelette and I took the chance of being spurned for the remainder of the day when I ordered the International Greek Scramble with feta cheese on it. Jessie usually won't kiss me after I've eaten feta cheese or mustard, he can't stomach the thought of being in the same vicinity of those substances in a 24 hour period (just for the record, he did kiss me again, more than once, before the day was over. Our love is strong enough to triumph even over goat cheese, apparently).
Since Ingrid is NOT a seat-dweller, we took turns passing her back and forth over breakfast until she stated her preference conclusively and remained with daddy until we finished our coffee and took our leave.
Then we bundled up again and headed back through the lovely Michigan fall leaves to home, sweet rental home.
9 comments:
We did some of the same things before we moved! Congrats on your new place...we look forward to seeing pics of your new place! I will pray for you! It is so stressful to move!
That post made me want to cry, SOB!
I love our sweet town of B____ and I miss it greatly! I like the picture of you in front of the house with Eliza :)
Ahhhhh, I fondly remember Michigan and it's Greek culture. It truly is a pain in the patootie to try and find good Greek food in Texas. When I was there in June I feasted at Olga's. I had a gyro with REAL LAMB, Greek salad and BAKLAVA (which is by far, the best dessert EVER).
I'm glad y'all are taking in the "last things" and taking pics to remember them. I hope everything for the move goes well! Enjoy those Fall leaves for me, okay?
Hey we have a place here called Hugo's that seriously serves the same plate of food!! You can have a FULL PLATE of biscuits and gravy for $2.50 or a plate of hot cakes for the same price... Great, now I'm starving!! Hehehehe, LOL
PS. wherer in Mi. are you from, my hubbs is from Adrian( south west) ;) LA
Ohhh. [I think I start every comment with that.]
How sad, yet happy all at the same time. Look at Ingrid!! She is so darn cute!! And the leaf strewn sidewalk. How pretty! And the memories you made this day.
Sigh.
Tiff
What a bittersweet day that must have been. I take pictures of everything too...even if it isn't a last. :)
My husband and I used to live in MI. We actually met at a Bible school (New Tribes) in Jackson (ever heard of it?). We enjoyed the few years that we lived in that state.
I hope you are able to enjoy all the "lasts" you have there as you get ready to embark on a new journey.
~Eizabeth
What a sweet bundled babe!
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