Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Horsing Around

On July 12-15, Tim attended the annual Water Professionals Conference in Lexington. The boys and I tagged along to have some fun in the Bluegrass State. We found plenty to enjoy. Here are pictures from our trip:

We started our week with an early morning stop at Keeneland Race Track. They run the horses from dawn to around 10 a.m. each day. This trainer was kind enough to pose behind the boys for the first photograph.

It was very tricky to get a good shot of the horses in motion. Pictured above are my best attempts. The track was quiet, except for the sound of the horses running. It was a lovely spot to spend our morning.

Next, we went to the historic Lexington Cemetery. This is a beautiful arboretum with extensive grounds and lovely statuary. The boys and I enjoyed walking around and taking pictures (we each had our own camera).

After dinner on Monday night, we made our way to the State Botanical Gardens on the campus of UK. The meandering trails were occupied by runners, and it made me wish I could enjoy an evening run there myself. Instead, we enjoyed a brief walk among the flowers.

On Tuesday we spent several hours at the Explorium, a children's discovery center downtown. This attraction was by far the most popular with the boys, and this water exhibit was their favorite. You could create a flood or a draught; build a dam; or re-route the water.

You could walk on the moon, pilot an aircraft, or climb a mountain. My favorite attraction at the Explorium was the "Bubble Room," shown above.

On Tuesday night, the Water Professionals gathered for their end-of-conference celebration at the Kentucky Horse Park. I had been here as a girl, so this return visit stirred lots of memories. The boys enjoyed the shows featuring the different horse breeds and the former racing champions. Afterwards, we enjoyed a late night pizza at Joe Bologna's on the campus of UK.

Our last stop in Lexington was at this antebellum home, built by the grandnephew of Daniel Boone. We had a very intense tour guide (dressed in a period gown) who paused after every fact she shared for questions (we think...). This made it a bit uncomfortable, as we were the only family on the tour. Tim and I had to pay great attention so we were prepared with appropriate questions to ask. The boys were tremendously relieved when it started to rain as we began the tour of the grounds, and our visit was cut short.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Beautiful Blog

A friend recently encouraged me to check out the blog "Bring The Rain." (Click here.) Wow, thank you, Rachel.

Angie is a beautiful, courageous writer, and I cannot stop thinking about her story ~ one that is both heartbreaking and healing. Her words have stayed with me. In particular, I keep thinking about her entry on February 6, 2008, titled "Teacups."

I'm tempted to share an excerpt with you here, but I want to urge you to visit the blog, and read her story from the beginning (start with January 2008: close your door, turn off the phone, and make sure you have a box of tissue nearby).

If you are heartbroken, afraid, or weary, then you'll find encouragement for your own journey on this blog. I know I have. If you wonder if God is near, if He is in control, and if He loves you, you'll be reminded that He is and He does.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

A Festive Fourth

For the first time in many, many years, we didn't spend Fourth of July at the World's Fair Park with our dear friends, the Cokers. Since their move to Texas last fall, we grab precious time with them when we can. This summer it came a few weeks prior to the holiday with a quick visit. Thank you Joe, Amy, and Layton for taking time on your trip home to visit us!

(Pictured above: top, Joe Coker, Doug Voiles, and Tim; bottom, Seth, Layton Coker, and Reed)

Since our Independence Day tradition with the Cokers seems to have ended, we tried something new this year: spending the Fourth in the Smoky Mountains. We reserved a campsite at Elkmont to pitch our so-called tent (actually, no tent, but lots of chairs, coolers, and inner tubes) for the day. We were joined by our friends from Birmingham: Jinda, Andrew, Will and Jack; and our friends from Knoxville: Andre, Jennifer, Eric and Maya.

I have to confess that I'm no camper. My family didn't camp when I was growing up, and the only experience I've gained in my adult years is one trip to Mammoth Cave early on in our marriage (I think I was still trying to impress Tim) and one overnight campout in our backyard (probably trying to impress my sons). However, camping really is something I desire to do, as I know it will be a great adventure for Tim, the boys, and myself in the coming years. So, this one-day camping trip was a precursor to a weekend getaway we have planned for Tim's birthday later this month. (Tim assured me that planning a meal for 12 people is equal to planning meals for our whole weekend of camping - I will trust him in this matter!)

In the end, we enjoyed a beautiful day and a relaxing afternoon. Tim bravely took the kids on their first tubing adventure; Andre and Reed built an admirable campfire; Andrew saved the day when we realized we'd forgotten the rack for our grill (he cooked our burgers and dogs to perfection on a foil pan over the campfire); and we feasted on traditional Fourth of July fare, including watermelon and ooey, gooey s'mores. We missed the fireworks, but maybe next year we'll figure out how to make them part of this new holiday tradition.

The kids were excited about their first tubing adventure (pictured L to R, Seth, Will, Eric, Maya, Reed and Jack). After splashdown, they took off downstream (much quicker than the dads). The super cold water cooled their enthusiasm, however, and a troop of shivering children and a waterlogged Tim (Andre had returned with Reed and Jack earlier) trudged back into camp more than an hour later.

Tim brought along an ax and a hatchet, but neither made much of an impact on this piece of wood. Finally, determination paid off with this handsome log for the fire.

One of the highlights of my day was to be with both Jennifer and Jinda. They've heard "Jenn" and "Jinda" stories for years, but they had never met!

Andrew didn't let a little thing like a missing grill rack stop him. Grilled corn on the cob, burgers, hot dogs, broccoli slaw (didn't you know it's traditional camping fare?), and watermelon: yum, dinner time!

The kids enjoyed the game of "Signs" more than the grown-ups, I think. They are much less inhibited about standing in the middle of the circle.

Tim fed a perfectly toasted marshmallow to Reed, and then indulged in a new creation: two toasted marshmallows nestled between M&M cookies. Mmmmm, the perfect end to a festive Fourth.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Summer in the Smokies

Yesterday was a beautiful summer day, so we spent it hiking and creek hopping in Elkmont with our friends, the Alves family. Here are a few pictures from our Smoky Mountain fun:

On our trek, we came across this vine hanging from the treetops. The kids had fun swinging from it. On top, you see Tim giving Maya a push; in the center, Reed is pictured mid-swing; on the bottom, you see that even the big kids couldn't resist, as Andre swings Tarzan-like through the trees: "Aaaaaaiaiaiaiaaaaahhh..."

First on Reed and Maya's agenda was dam-building. After they built a tidy little dam that would impress the local beavers, they followed their big brothers creek hopping downstream.

Creek hopping is not as easy as it looks, but the middle picture proves I gave it a try (however brief). The bottom picture shows the hoppers who perservered the frigid waters and slippery rocks to reach our destination.

The trek ended when the creek hoppers reached deeper waters where they could actually swim. The water was so cold no one did more than take a dip, but their shivers didn't deter the fun.

The day ended with an important discovery. Question: If a friend jumped off a cliff, would you jump too? Apparently, the answer is "yes," as Tim jumped off the rocks into the creek, followed by Andre (though it was really Andre's idea!). The top photo shows Andre's splash (you can see Tim holding on to the rocks on the right). The final photo shows Jenn and me, enjoying our shady spot and smiling because their jump is safely over.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Falling In Love

I've fallen in love with Henri, and I can't get enough. I'm spellbound, and I can't wait to see what he'll say next. Last Spring, it was Wendell. I fell for him in our first few minutes together as his words wooed me with their unbelievable beauty. Last year, it was Dan. Before him, John.

Authors ensnare me with their gift for expression. A beautifully-written story wakes something inside me and stirs me in a way unlike anything else. When the writer communicates the heart of a character or the weight of a choice, circumstance, or relationship in perfectly sculpted words, I am undone. Books invite me to think or rethink, to ache or to laugh, to consider their story and to write my own. I find myself reading and re-reading sentences for their sheer beauty (and then torturing Tim by reading them aloud to him).

Author Donald Miller writes, "...something important happened to me when I read Emily Dickinson. I fell in love with books. [For me, it was Kate Chopin.] Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, and some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding. The portal is different for everyone."

I share this affection with Miller, as books offer a powerful invitation - to see, to discover, to examine, to yearn, to admire, and to aspire. After Wendell and Henri, I know there will be others. I'm not fickle, however, for our love affair will continue. I will find myself at my favorite used bookstore, searching the shelves for titles I may have missed. And when I find that elusive, well-worn volume, my heart will race and I will be giddy like someone who has just received a love letter.

I invite you to fall in love with reading, and in particular with the authors I mentioned: Henri Nouwen, Wendell Berry, Dan Allender, John Eldredge, and Donald Miller. May their words offer you beauty and invite you into a new world.