Working in the yard is strange situation. At times I avoid it like the plague and then other times I can’t wait to get home and get started. Either way there is this incredible sense accomplishment and pride when I’m finished. I stil hate flowerbeds and I’m quite sure I will never truly understand their purpose but I love the way my yard looks when I’ve spent a few hours working on it.
By the way, if you’re reading this and planning on attending Rylee’s birthday party tomorrow, please don’t cirtique my efforts. Simply say, “Yard looks great Phillip” and enjoy the party. I don’t believe I would react well to “pointers” after two days straight of yardwork.
Anita has been working like a true Irish woman getting the kitchen finished for tomorrow. She painted the doors of all the cabinets and our old neighber and friend Brian came by yesterday and put up our molding. The kitchen is looking quite nice.
I can’t help but think of all this fuss we’re going through for one little birthday. Redoing the kitchen, overhauling the yard. I know it’s a tad Sunday Schoolish but it reminds me of “the place He’s preparing for me.” If Anita and I are doing this for just one birthday, think of all God has done and is doing just for us. It’s humbling to think that He would even care much less work so hard to please and bless us.