We had a yard sale Friday, in support of our neighborhood, who was hosting a community-wide sale.
A minimalist having a yard sale is funny. We barely had enough merchandise to cover two tables, mostly outgrown kids’ clothing. My husband made all the money. Old retired guys come to yard sales early in the morning and buy all the tools and other man stuff.
I did meet a few of my neighbors, including a fellow homeschooling mother of many who happened to share my first name.
She told me her two youngest (of 6) were twins.
“Yeah, they came along and blew everything up.”
I understood what she meant.
Perfectly.
Later that evening I told my husband about meeting her, and about what she said.
Me: “Josiah blew everything up. My business, my health, my social life, my daily routine … it’s all blown up. I haven’t felt normal in a year.”
Him: “Yeah, and it will probably be blown up for a long time still.”
Me: “But that’s ok. Sometimes a thing needs to be blown up, so it can be rebuilt better than before.”
Unbelievably, this little one was born 6 months ago.
I thought it rather appropriate to snap a pic of him in this King chair in my husband’s shop (why anyone would own such a monstrosity, much less pay my husband several hundred bucks to repair it, is beyond me).
King Josiah (get it?).
Yep… I can definitely say that my life has been blown up several times by Daniel… and I’m so much better for it.
King Josiah ! Lol! Too funny!