After a long day in my office I was ready
for some physical exertion. I was trying
to decide of I really wanted to go over to Nathan’s and borrow his lawn mower
when Chris asked me for a favor.
Stop. That changes
everything. Always has. Always will.
Forget the lawn mower. Forget
going outside. I had a project request
and I was in accomplishment mode.
Oh, what was the project? She wanted me to download all the pictures
and videos from her camera to the computer external hard drive. Not exactly an outside job, but important
nonetheless. How else will she continue
to be the go-to family photographer in those special moments that need to be
captured forever? The only difficult
part was wading through, one by one, all the randomly named folders her
pictures were filed under. Fortunately
we already have a chronological base for the photos on the hard drive, so it
was just a matter of matching up dates.
It would have been helpful to have them in better order on the phone,
and there was probably a way to do that, but I sure didn’t know it. The job was accomplished, though. She does want me to double check that all the
videos made the transition as well, so I’ll add that to my list. I even plugged my phone in while I was at
it. Most of mine were already done, so
it didn’t take very long. I do need to
delete a lot, though. Running out of
space pretty quickly.
After such an arduous job, I had to come up
with something to move around a little bit.
So I asked Chris if she wanted to go on a bike ride. Yep.
My idea. Actually get on a
bicycle on purpose. She was happy to
oblige, although she wasn’t sure it was really me doing the asking. Hey, I love my wife. I’ll do anything for her. We made a quick jaunt around the neighborhood,
and then I suggested we ride over and see Cailyn. Of course that meant crossing over the deadly
Jones Drive and Heards Lane busy streets.
But we were up for the challenge.
Only difficulty we faced was the ever-so-slight incline leading into
their neighborhood. Chris complained
mightily about this evil mountain that had erupted on Galveston Island right in
the path of her brand-new birthday bike.
With great effort she managed to negotiate the perilous obstacle. We surprised Cailyn and April with our little
visit (Nathan was still on his way home from an out-of-town conference), and
made the return trek before darkness fell.
We hadn’t been home long when we received a
text from April. They were returning our
incursion upon their hospitality by inviting us to join them for a trip to a
place called Bahama Buck’s. We had never
been before. I had no idea what it was,
but I agreed on the spot when Chris asked if I wanted to go. Why not?
It’s actually a giant, glorified, indoor sno-cone shop. About a million different flavors of
sno-cones and smoothies and frozen lemonade and what appeared to be
frappachinos of some kind. I’m not much
of a connoisseur of coffees. It was
pretty impressive. Chris and I tried the
cherry lime sno-cone. April had
something with cream and ice mixed together (No, not ice cream. This looked to be more ice than cream). Cailyn ordered a “princess.” Imagine that.
Only thing was, she didn’t really like it. It tasted like super sweet cotton candy. I didn’t like it either. Chris ended up switching treats with her and
everybody was happy. Not as happy as
they were when we ended up having to pick up Daddy on our way home. His truck wouldn’t stay started, but his two
ladies were more than happy to welcome him home after his week-long conference. He was tired but I’m pretty sure he couldn’t wait
to carry through with his promise of a game of Hungry, Hungry Hippos with his
daughter. Atta boy, Daddy.
Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do
not see.”
Father, thank you for giving Nathan and his
buddies a safe trip back home. Thank you
for the extra bit of hospitality we received from our two girls. Amen.
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