when the apple’s ripe…

Our Thanksgiving was really peaceful.  Our first stop was to my husband’s side of the family for dinner and the mood there was somber for several reasons.  The absence of Granny Grubb was tangible.  Before we ate, Uncle Walt shared some interesting facts about Thanksgiving, then Aunt Faye passed out some poems that Granny had written this past summer.  I was glad that I wasn’t asked to read one aloud, I am sure I would have started sobbing into the mashed potatoes.  The readings included praise to God for all He had done for her over her long life.  Chris ended up reading the last one and it was one to make us all laugh through our tears.  It was so appropriate, she was always ready with a smile.
Granny had a way of looking at things, after talking to her you could actually breathe easier.  She wasn’t dismissive as some people can be when you share your concerns, but genuine and honest, about how much control God had over the situation and how little you did.  One of my absolute favorite memories of her is when I would be in the very last days of a pregnancy.  I would be complaining  talking about how ready I was to deliver and she (a mother of 5) would say, “when the apple’s ripe honey, it’ll fall.” Good point, Granny.
We also have family members that are going through difficult personal trials.  In our close-knit family, each triumphant milestone and painful struggle has a ripple effect on the rest of the extended family.

We all ate more than we needed to and the kids played.  The kids and I loaded back into the van and headed to my parent’s house for the weekend.  Chris and his Dad went hunting. We had a great time at Grammy and Grandad’s house.  The kids helped cook and decorate their tree. I was able to do some shopping (all by myself) which is always wonderful.

Foster putting on his show. He wants to take guitar lessons now.
Brentley, Katie, Ansley, Foster, Theodore and Parker at Aunt Diane’s

 

Foster and Katie helping cook dinner at Grammy and Grandad’s house.

 

Theodore helping cook at Grammy and Grandad’s house.

Showing off their new Christmas pjs!

 

Theodore helping to decorate their tree.

 

The boys picking which ornament should go on next.

I love this time of year, we have gotten most of our shopping done.  Of course, I had to order our calendars for the year from Shutterfly.  My mom called the other day just to say “Well, I was looking at my calendar and this picture of Theodore in his carseat and they just grow up so fast. I know those calendars are a big expense for you but I just really love mine.” Oh so subtle. Of course, she doesn’t know that Shutterfly offers all these fantastic deals and discounts and makes designing the calendars a blast. The Christmas card creating will come next! I love when my friends send picture cards, because we save them and look at how much everyone has changed from year to year. Now, just because I told you how cool they are I’ll get some free Christmas cards to send out. Yeehaw.

One thought on “when the apple’s ripe…

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    Adrienne December 9, 2010 at 3:48 am Reply

    What great pics. It looks like you really captured the simplicity of the day. I'm sorry for your loss, and first holiday without a loved one. I like the expression “when the Apple's ripe”. I think I'm waiting on a lot of ripe apples! following back!

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