Okay.

I'm back. I am keeping up my other blog but it is hard to integrate everything into one place! People are always saying they can't stand blogs that don't have a theme or main focus and with me trying to fit everything into one box... it just didn't all fit.

Motherhood is such a huge part of me... of my life, my heart, my joy and more. I am realizing it is OKAY to spend time writing about it. I can still be a good mother and sneak away during naps or nighttimes to write to my heart's content:)

So, in the middle of the night when the whole house is finally quiet... I am typing and telling myself I should have kept doing this all along.

We piled up in Granna's van this evening for a trip 40 miles away to a park for a quick cook out dinner. We have been going to this park our entire lives. I grew up going there all seasons as a child, my children have grown up going and now our grandchildren are starting to go.

My in-laws (I call them in-loves:) had one of their FIRST dates right in this park and they ended up having several dates and brought all five of their children. Their parents brought them. Just a place you can go to get away from it all and only get charged some change for a parking fee. Can't beat it:)

We hooked up at our favorite table and Mr. Five Year Old ran, walked on the wooden rails, walked on the stone and wood benches, jumped over the places where creek water once danced.

The old swingsets up for many generations came down this year but there are still many memories to be made. It got too dark for the ducks to find us after we ate and talked so little bit is going back tomorrow with his grandmother. 

We ended the evening by going over memories with the light of  kerosene lamps glowing away the darkness and drove home content. These are the days we should do more of...

From: Secrets of a Happy Home Life by J.R. Miller

There must be a wise choosing before marriage, or it may be impossible to make a happy home. At few points in life is divine guidance more severely needed than when the question of marriage is decided. A mistake then will cast its shadows down all the years to the close of life. Many a career is blighted by a foolish marriage. Wedded happiness depends greatly on reverent, prayerful, deliberate, wise choosing before marriage.

But now the choices have been made – carefully made – we will say. The happy day has come. The plighted lovers stand at the marriage-altar. Taking the woman’s hand, the man says to her – “I take you to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge you my fidelity.” Taking the hand of the man, the woman says to him, with slight verbal variations, the same words. The two are pronounced husband and wife, and go forth to begin their wedded life together, no more twain, but now one.

The happy pair are in their own home. It may be a fine, great house, with rich furniture, costly pictures, and all the elegance of wealth; or it may be a little house, with four rooms, cheap furniture, homemade carpets, and empty of adornment. It makes very little difference what the size of the house, or what its furniture may be. The happiness of the home does not depend on the house or on what it contains; the people who live in the house make  the happiness, – or mar  it.