"What are we going to be learning about tonight for family home evening?" She continues to sound more and more parental. It's unnerving at times. Before I allow the feelings of shame to take hold, I remember that it's Andrew's week to take charge.
"I'm not sure, Eliza. Why don't you ask Daddy." Currently, we're seated on a blanket on the lawn. Turning her attention to Andrew, she watches as he hauls another self made, cedar garden box toward it's new home.
"Daddy, what are we going to learn about for home evening?" She hollers. Settling the wood into place, he offers a smile. His reply is simple.
"Self reliance." Hitting the dirt off of his gloves, he turns back toward the garage to retrieve another grow box. He followed up with remarks which reinforced our belief that Heavenly Father wants us to be self reliant, etc... but more than anything, he let his actions of the day do the teaching.
Weeding will most definitely be on our summer to do list. On a side note: It's okay if you don't know what chard is. I didn't either. After sampling a piece our first year of marriage, it's been categorized as 'Pioneer food' at our house; consumption optional.
Who is going to teach me to can? Anyone?
For two dollars, you to can purchase a red bucket from Firehouse subs. It's a pickle turned garden bucket that Andrew bought back in South Carolina. Andrew thinks this a pointless piece of information, but for me it's a strong memory as I clearly remember the pickle stench that settled deeply into my car following its purchase.
The best part of being married to a man with stellar work ethic is that he includes his kids. They trail behind him, helping where they can and observing his man skill. He's pretty great.