I do many of the same things I did when we lived in the States. For example, I cook, do laundry, teach the boys, weed the garden (or at least try), and go to the grocery store; these are just the things that usually happen every day . . . . Only all those things are done very differently from how I did them at home. How are things different? Well, I'll tell you a wee bit:
Cooking: I love camping. I grew up going several times a year and we always cooked over a Coleman gas stove. I, however, was not allowed to use it because "it might blow up." Enter Jenny's life long fear of gas stoves and then fast-forward to "its hard to find a second hand electric stove in Holland."
|Micah is a very supportive brother during school time!|
|Our bit of grass. It so rarely has to be mowed its a big deal when Alex borrows the |
electric mower to take care of the two minute job! Even the neighborhood kids come to watch!
|If you look closely not only will you see the pumpkin patch and weeds you will also see some very heavy rain and then about one minute later...|
|...literally one minute later the clouds blew on with the rain and the sun is out!|
As for the grocery store, now that is a big change! We don't have a car so we just bike or walk like many people in Holland. If the weather is nice I love it and have no complaints, but if it's raining or really windy or really cold I have to admit I really, really have a hard time convincing myself this is fun. Really. This is so different from our life in NC. Over the past 6 years everywhere we lived there was a grocery store just a two minute drive away. It's now about a 25 minute walk or a 6 minute bike ride...rain or shine.
Matching up socks
Sweeping up lost cheerios that got away
You put a baby on your hip
Color on your lips and head out the door
While I may not know you,
I bet I know you
Wonder sometimes, does it matter at all?
Well let me remind you, it all matters just as long
As you do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you,
Cause he made you,
Every little thing that you do
To bring a smile to His face
Tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do