^crazy windblown hair :-)
The babes and I have adjusted really well to Noel's travel schedule. I cook lots of mac 'n cheese while he's gone, and I'm actually the parent who keeps them up a little too late past their bedtime. Sometimes, though, it kinda pulls on my heartstrings when Noel is gone for a holiday. Why sporting events take place on holidays, I'll never know, (I'm looking at you Bowl Games during New Years and Masters during Easter), but we're still getting used to certain holidays as a family of 3 instead of 4.
This past weekend, we decided to go to one of our favorite parks, and were pleasantly surprised to see a bunch of people from our church there. They were having a birthday party for their sweet 7 year old and had invited other people from our church with kids around the same age. At first, I thought I would be crashing the party, but they were so sweet, and included Charlie in on their games and play, and even taught him all about honeysuckle juice. This made me so grateful for my church family. Charlie is still talking about the fun he had.
On Sunday, Walker decided to throw his entire bag of snacks on the floor...and yelled out a screech while he did it. That was fun. Before I could even come up with a game plan, my good friend was beside me helping me pick everything up. After dropping the boys off in their nursery class, I went back to clean up a little more, and saw another one of our friends leaving the chapel after vacuuming up our little spot.
I can't even begin to express how grateful I am to everyone who helps me and my family out. I never thought I could be a wife to someone who traveled a lot, but Heavenly Father has a way of making everything work out for the best...and helping us realize how blessed we really are!