It's Wednesday afternoon.
Time to celebrate.
Cause Wednesdays are hard, y'know?
Okay, well maybe not as hard as Mondays...but tough anyway. And when we make it through the chores & classes & agenda & work, we could use a little celebration.
Fall is consistently a challenging season for me.
(Ahem. Yeah, my husband would tell you that's putting it lightly.) After the long, lazy days of glorious Colorado summer...home schooling & part-time classes & cross-country & choir concerts & chauffeuring-everyone-all-over-the-country pretty much stinks. There are days in September when I'd just as soon get a root-canal with a chainsaw than get out of bed and face groundhog-day all over again.
By the time we hit November I'm kinda figuring things out. Coming up with new ways to juggle kids' schedules, settling into routines with home school lessons & naps for little ones. And learning that a mid-week celebration is a far better way to cope than wishing I could crack open a bottle of Olathe Winery's sweet red Pinolem on Thursday morning.
Sometimes you just gotta celebrate.
And maybe we don't actually need anything special to celebrate: cause really, can't life itself be reason enough?
So Wednesday evening we light candles, and play Ronnie Freeman on the stereo. Kevin puts fish on the grill, while I whip the mashed potatoes. Dinner's later than usual, 'cause its bigger than usual...and we all sit down in the warming glow of oil-lamps & firelight.
Laughter & conversation spills across the dining table, and Kevin & I clink our wine glasses together, "to home; to us!" Little ones are cranky-sleepy by the time we finish, and the big kids clean up while we head the boys & little peeps to bed.
By the time we're back downstairs, Uno or BananaGrams or Scribblish is on the table, and someone is poking around the pantry for chocolate. 'Cause seriously, what's a celebration without chocolate, right?
It's not some huge deal, and we don't have to do anything fancy...but for whatever-silly-reason, we're all starting to smile a little more on Wednesday mornings.
I'm sure there's a pretty darn good reason why God ordered up seven massive celebrations per year for the Israelites! He knows how bogged down we get in the doldrums of dailyness. Our hearts long for celebration.
So, my weary friends...aren't you in need of something to celebrate?
Well, shoot - whaddya know, it's Wednesday.
You made it thru Monday and Tuesday, you rock-star, you!
Time to celebrate!
