44

Yes, I’m almost mid-40. It’s probably smack-dab mid-life (if I’m blessed with the longevity of my grandparents), but I’m not wishing I were any younger.

Compared to a year ago, I’m stronger and 10lbs lighter. I can do a pull-up (after 2.5 years worth of practice). I drink mostly coffee and sparking water — not nearly enough plain water. This year I switched from white wine to red and from cappuccinos to cold brew coffee. Though I still treat myself to cappuccinos on weekends whenever I get the chance.

So what am I doing tonight on my 44th birthday? As I type, I’m sitting at a fancy table at the Four Seasons hotel, in a ballroom, accompanying Josh at a banquet for military related people who are working as civilians here in the UAE. He is networking, I’m being a good sport. He’s worth it and I have every confidence that he will be in high demand once he starts interviewing for jobs in February.

The best part about 44 is the peace that I have about life. I still get stressed, I grind my teeth in my sleep, and when someone is driving like a moron in front of me I’m not peaceful sounding at all, but I am at peace with the big picture. God is good, he is faithful, and whatever happens on earth I can be confident that he will redeem it all in eternity. Now to work on being at peace with my daily stresses.

I was watching Camille on her scooter last night as we walked home from dinner. She was relaxed and laughing as she’d shoot past us shrieking “fire in the hole!” She wasn’t stressed about packing for our trip to the US, or thinking about anything except the sidewalk right in front of her. I was a bit envious and it reminded me of Jesus saying, “whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” I have to give it all up — not just the big picture stress, but the day to day illusion of control. Inshallah, Inshallah (God willing), it’s my constant reminder. I need that hair blowing in the breeze, face to the sky, belly laugh essence of peace, just like my girlie. Focusing on this moment and not what is coming next.

(Mark 10:15)

Home stretch

This week has been tough. The last week before Christmas break and all the activities, commitments, and holiday events that go along with it. I’m worn out, Josh is jet lagged, and the kids are ready for a break.

We did get about 30 seconds of rain the other day and Camille ran inside and yelled, “It’s dripping– I mean, raining outside!” We all rushed to the backyard and stood under the gray skies as about 20 drops fell on our heads before it passed. That’s about as winter as it gets here.

I’m looking forward to a lot of this over the next few weeks. Just 2 more days …

My adorably sweet 13 year old

came home from Thailand with these “palm tree” socks. He bought them as a gift for Josh, who loves crazy socks.

He also bought a pair for himself and explained that as he was wearing them on the trip his teacher approached him and asked what was on his socks. “Palm trees?” he replied. She told him they weren’t actually palm trees and that he needed to change into a different, more appropriate, pair. In his defense, we live in a land where palm trees line every street and weed is nowhere to be seen.

I told him they’ll be perfect for our trip to California. He’ll fit right in.

It’s all history

One of the changes we made in our library this fall was genrefying our fiction books. That means books aren’t shelved A-Z, but instead are grouped by genre/type: Mystery, Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction — like a bookstore. Or the way Netflix presents its offerings, “If you liked Breaking Bad, you also might like Orange is the New Black.” We made this change because kids rarely came in looking for a particular author, but they were always asking, “I like horror books. What should I read?” Or, “Do you have more books like Harry Potter?” Those questions left me scrambling to find suggestions since I was limited to books I had read personally. Now I can respond, “Yes! All of the Fantasy books have gold labels. If you browse through those shelves there are tons of books that you might like.”  Continue reading It’s all history

Winter weather

it’s 75 and breezy this evening so it was time to break out the puffy jacket for an evening walk to Chocolate Lab. (Yes, it’s as good as it sounds.)

The wind was kicking up some sand so she ran back into the house to grab eye protection. We may not be able to ski in Germany this Christmas, but the ski goggles are still getting use.

A berry cheesecake waffle — just because.

Caleb is in Thailand and Josh is in the US this week so we are creating our own fun here at home.