"Feels weird being served first," Jane says. Jack's birthday and a tower of pancakes circles the table, Jane first.
"Well, that's probably good," I say. "It should feel weird."
"I usually just shoot for the middle," she says.
Off to her left and just louder than an evening breeze, "The first shall be last, and the last shall be first," Jack says.
"Well, you'll be in the middle in heaven then," I laugh.
"Even if I'm last, at least I'll be in heaven," she lilts.
"Haha, so true," I say.
So it is, joking and banter takes on new nuance. Subtlety weaves the fabric of days.
6237. The kitchen remodel begins. Demolition starts. And we sell the old big desk. A lovely couple from Switzerland takes it. Such sweet people I don't mind seeing it go, much.
6238. A neighbor brings us homemade banana bread cupcakes to celebrate the summer birthdays in our family.
6239. Family and neighbors stop by to contribute brawn and/or expertise to the remodel.
6240. The children while away hot summer hours flying kites with cousins, riding bikes, and splashing down the slip 'n slide. Finally the afternoons feel sufficiently long, like real summer days.
6241. The children continue to impress me with their ability to cook for themselves while we are busy working hard. Jane proves her stripes on the grill barbecuing burgers for the family.
6242. Joe recovers from a bee sting.
6243. I work through a bout of mastitis. Misery. Finally gone.
6244. I finish the autobiography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. My abhorrence of evil and earth shattering adoration of Christ and his goodness ensues.
6245. At each turn God brings people into our path who love Him. Even the most unlikely places find us surrounded by those who carry His Spirit. I find this a great kindness.