If this wasn’t a perfect weekend, I don’t know what is…..

Saturday morning we leisurely got up as  we felt like it.  It was rainy and cloudy outside so we stayed inside until late afternoon.  I stayed in my jammies for just about  as long.  I read a book and played around with my laptop, all while sitting on the couch, enjoying my children playing around me.  I thought about our first day of school coming up, the day after Labor Day in September.  I wrote out a goal list for each child, writing out what I wanted to see accomplished for each child for the coming year. Then I wrote out a schedule of our school days.

In the early evening, we left the cottage to go out to a restaurant we were just told about that day.  It sounded kind of interesting.  It was called the Barbee Hotel (on the Barbee lakes).  Ruthie was all excited when she heard where we were going.   Barbee, as in “Barbie” is what Ruthie heard. In her mind, we were going to Barbie’s real life Hotel, on the lake that Barbie lived on.

When we got to the restaurant, it was less than spectacular.  It looked as if it was from the ‘80’s. They seated us in an area that was closed in on two sides.  It was a very narrow seating area, and there was this huge stone wall dividing us from the rest of the restaurant.  Although it was not an impressive atmosphere, the food turned out to be very good.  Because we were kind of seated in isolation from the rest of the restaurant, we got a little bit on the silly side and had a lot of jokes and laughter. 

We didn’t go straight home.  My husband is the exploring type, and we drove all around the Barbee Lakes. We found other lakes on the way home and explored those too, and drove through a lot of country roads.  It was a very pretty drive.  We got a little bit silly on the drive home, too.  On the country roads, the little ones wanted daddy to drive “wiggly”.  Not the safest thing in the entire world, mind you, but I lived to tell you about it.  We turned on country music – it seemed very fitting as we drove around the Barbee Lakes – and then dad turned on stations that played ‘50’s music.  Dad and Mom, just to be silly, started snapping our fingers and shaking our heads, as if being groovy hippies.  As cars drove by the other way, the little ones laughed hysterically, and the big ones, especially Rachel, suffered from terminal embarrassment.

God created the world in six days and on the seventh He rested.  He told us to do the same.  I sure am glad that He did that.  I was having so much resting this past Sabbath, so much fun, that it almost seemed wrong for me to be enjoying myself this much.  But I reminded myself, “It’s o.k. to rest this much – God created this day for this very purpose.