We did it! To the White Mountains we went! I forgot the carrier, and and ample snacks, but we saw some fall color and knocked another Northeastern hike off the bucket list. Last Sunday it rained, this Sunday might have been like 48 hours past peak, but it was beautiful nonetheless and the weather was perfect.
Steve lost his father on Friday. They live pretty far away (in Mexico) but he’d been able to get down there twice last month as his father’s health continued to decline. Besides going down there, he’d been calling at least twice a day for the last several weeks and, when his father’s health prevented him from doing much more than simply listening on the phone, Steve sang hymns to him night after night, hymn after hymn. I’d hear him from the living room in the evenings when I’d come down from putting the boys to bed and it was both heartbreaking and beautiful.
My father-in-law was one of the most tender men. Whenever we were together–admittedly not that often because of how far we lived from each other–he always made a point to so intentionally tell me how grateful he was that I was in Steven’s life. That Steven and the kids had found me after losing Shannon. He’d have tears in his eyes as he said this and be gripping both my upper arms as though his words would carry more weight that way. He gave great hugs. He’d always be the last one to go to bed, playing cards with Jordan, and often the first one up, coffee in hand. He retold a few of the funniest stories and it didn’t matter that you’d already heard them, because hearing him it again would include his laughter which was the best because he had the heartiest laugh. He’d been at his wife’s 16th (!!) birthday party and they were nearly inseparable until his death. A few weeks before he died, he cleared–for the first time ever–the pool table. He was a successful businessman and then, in his retirement, would go off-roading in a souped up Jeep in Colorado, or hunting with his friends. He was so generous. He had the sweetest smile. We’ll miss him a lot.
Steve’s birthday was earlier this month, and I never gave him his own post. It’s a bit strange to here, and a bit late too, but I will take a moment to say something about this wonderful man, which, on second thought, is perhaps fitting in a post about his father who had such influence on him. Watching him over the past several weeks love his father the way he did was really something special. He is full of integrity and tenderness, selflessness and sacrifice, and his love is an action. I’m grateful to be on the receiving end of it.
Weekend is here! I’m excited for it. I want to watch a movie tonight with the family (any family favorites that are free on Netflix or Prime right now??). And Sunday we’re hiking! I can’t wait. What are you guys up to?
Some weekend reading…
five things i’m looking forward to as the weather changes…
It may be fall but there’s not much of a chill in the air. In fact, the weather is unseasonably warm lately. I’ve heard this can ruin the potential for magnificent fall leaves–something about the cold nights being necessary for the colors changing, and we just haven’t had them. In fact, the other day I put Anders to bed in a diaper only. This is something typically only reserved for the summer months (and those nights when we don’t turn on the AC). But here it was, almost mid October, and he’s got the sweaty summer diapered-only body as he sleeps next to me.
I’ve been watching the NH fall foliage tracker like a senior watching his Bingo board. I’m in a very dedicated search of foliage and nature. Is it my old(er) age? The news lately? The pace of life? I just want to be in solitude in the worst way. The only thing standing in my way are very legitimate obstacles: school, Steve’s work. But I say only because they all feel secondary to breathing fresh air at the top of a mountain. It’s like my soul needs it. Did she just say that? Yes she did.
Today is Steve’s birthday! He’ll get his own whole post next week 🙂 This weekend our friend from Italy is in town so we’re just enjoying the slow down that a guest brings (especially this week–we needed it). And being a little bit like tourists in our own home. What a lovely time to be in New England! Seriously, the weather is perfection lately. Hope you guys have a good weekend.
Some weekend reading…
When life circumstances feel big, there’s something satisfying about being among things that are bigger. Things that keep on going, standing, moving, no matter what is going on with you or you or you. The ocean it keeps rolling in, and rolling out, day after day no matter what. This might all sound silly, but sitting there listening to it, watching it, it has a sort of calming effect. Everything is put into perspective.
i had all the best intentions of posting this sooner, but… here we are in october and i’m just sharing a video of our time in italy. better late than never? you guys know we love our home movies, so i’m happy to have another of this special time. i think my favorite is at 3:50 when parker makes a face because we’re going to grom for gelato.
p.s. still one coming of amsterdam. hopefully before christmas…
anyway, enjoy. and thanks for always being here.
This weekend my parents are coming up for a few days and my Dad requested a fire pit. Looking forward to one as the nights are chilly again! And the Hunts are still without a washing machine–going on two weeks! Argh. Hopefully early next week. In the meantime, I’ll be over here wearing dirty clothes. By the way, the above shoes are c/o one of my favorite companies, Nisolo! Check them out. Ethical company!
Some weekend reading…