Summer in England

This morning I woke up at 5:50am on the "longest" day of the year, no longer able to sleep...and excited to come downstairs to a fine drizzle outside (which has continued all day long, off and on).

Excited, because not only is it a Saturday, but it is also the first official day of summer, AND the first day of summer vacation for the kids!

Furthermore, we finished up our car sale transaction today, many thanks be to God, and the buyers drove off in it. They had already transferred the funds into our account, in an act of faith...and when they arrived to pick up the car several days later, the first thing they said was, "So here it is...you haven't run away with it..." They were a very nice couple the same age as us. They didn't bring their four little kids this time.

While we were out in the garage for the occasion, the kids noticed Emily's bike, which is the only one not dismantled and packed in a narrow cardboard box, because the packers ran out of that kind of box yesterday. So both kids promptly got on and rode it - simultaneously, even though there is no 2nd place to sit (only a plastic mud guard). Jason pedalled standing up and Emily sat! They had a great time. Both in flip-flops (I hid my eyes and prayed for safety as I went into the house, playing the fretting mother oh so well).

This morning when Emily emerged from her bedroom, she remarked how strange it is to come down the stairs and see the dining room all boxed up. I brought up the aroma: "It smells like cardboard in here."

Emily replied, "I like it. It smells like moving."

This is the kind of childhood we are giving our children - they like moving! Weird stuff.