Recharging Batteries

It is twilight on Sunday and there is a cool breeze flowing through the house. In reflection of the weekend, I am blessed to have had a near-perfect one.


Kris came home on Friday night after having her hair styled in Little Town. Misty was kind enough to not only work on her day off but also to accommodate Kris' class schedule by working on a Friday evening.


Saturday morning found Kris reading and studying college work. I went through my usual cleaning routine so that I could enjoy my time with Kris when she finished her studying. Sam spent the day clearing cedar with the bull dozer. That is an endless job.

Sam settled in his recliner to watch the Texas Tech/Houston game. Kris and I were more interested in looking for star constellations and ventured outside to find a good spot to star gaze. We built a small fire to ward away the mosquitos and other bothersome bugs. The night noises, smell of fire and the company of the cats made for a perfect atmosphere to be outside. We talked of the past, the present and the future. It was a time to ponder and wonder about what was, is and will be.

Sunday brought the promise of a warm day and we decided to surprise Sam with a picnic lunch. Armed with blankets and a basket full of food, Kris and I motored on 4-wheelers to Sam's location in the middle of a cedar break. Except for the gnats, we had a lovely lunch under the shade of oak trees.

And so I ask, how can it get any better than spending time with the ones you love? It still tugs at my heart strings when I have to let my daughter return to the hustle and bustle of college life. As I hugged her this afternoon she told me, "Mama, I feel better now that I got my batteries recharged. I will be able to focus better on my studies this week." And that's what coming home is all about.