Fire Station Visit

A few weeks back, we were invited to attend a birthday party down in Orange County.  When I looked at the address, I noticed it was just 2 miles from where my husband works.  So, I decided not to tell him about the party, and to take the kids to surprise him afterwards.

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I knew that it was a little risky; after all, he could be on a call!  But he would eventually get back, so we would wait… and boy did we wait!  After an hour, I finally got a hold of him on the phone only to discover he was at a different station that day!  So we drove another half hour to the next station.

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Long story short, we ended up seeing him first at the grocery store, so we bought lunch together then headed to the station for a short but fun afternoon visit.

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This was really Malachi’s first visit that he remembers.  I wish we lived closer, (but not enough to move, Honey — sorry!)  The kids had a blast and we took way too many pictures!

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I promise these were just a handful of the shots we took that day.  Despite the setbacks, we may try to pull another surprise visit in the future!

First Tomato(es)

I was passing by our garden bed this morning on my way to the chicken yard, when it occurred to me.  We have had a LOT of green tomatoes for quite some time.  Why isn’t there a red one, yet? I peeked inside, and guess what I found?

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I was super excited and immediately called for my oldest daughter, who is also a huge fan of fresh tomatoes.  Being the good mom that I am, I offered it to my daughter.  She peeked in even further and found a second tomato!

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“Aw… God must be blessing me for offering the tomato I wanted to my daughter.  I will eat the second tomato!”  (Please don’t learn your Theology from me!)  My son looks up at me and says, “I want it, I want it!”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I want it.”

“Here… smell it… do you think you would like it?”


“Ok, here is your tomato.”

He chews and chews.  I am so excited; a healthy snack for my son!  Yes, I have found another tomato lover!  Oh wait… he pulls it out of his mouth and hands it to me.  “Don’t yike it.  You eat it!”

And so, the chickens got a morning treat!  (Though I did ponder eating it!)

And that is the story of our first tomato(es).