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In a former post, I told you all that my son was horse crazy.  Well, it’s true, and he comes by it quite honestly.  Not only are Ransom and I horse-lovers, but several of our siblings are as well.  It’s only natural that our child would have an infatuation with these gorgeous animals. 

A little while ago, we informed Honour that his Uncle Rem was getting a horse, and since that time, he’s spoken of hardly anything else.  Rem loves it that his little nephew is just as gung-ho about horses as he is.  So on Friday, immediately after claiming his new horse, Rem rode to our place.  He gave Honour a ride, and has definitely earned the “uncle-of-the-hour” award. 🙂

After a little visiting, we took a walk with the aunties; Honour rode the whole way.

When Rem left, it was raining cats and dogs.  I’m sure he wasn’t thinking this, but he looked really cool, riding away in the rain in his cowboy hat and black Carhartt.  Sorry Rem, just had to add that. 😉

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Growing…

Aha!
The strawberries have been our best crop…
…in fact, we had so many, we made strawberry facials!

 

Changing…

Violas in my mother’s garden
A swallowtail butterfly on the lilacs

 

Discovering…

First time swimming
Getting to know Uncle Jay’s calf
Her first strawberry

 

Learning…

Taking a break from digging a trench with Papa
Gettin’ all cleaned up!

 

Rejoicing!

The Ransom Mallery Family

 

Hello everyone.  Today was a day of particular rejoicing in our household.  My father, after nearly eight weeks of being in the hospital, returned to his home here in Columbia Falls.  He was greeted by many joyous friends and his grateful family.

He and Mom got home from Missoula around 5:30 this evening.  About thirty people, mostly friends from church, were here to welcome them with balloons, banners, shouts of exultation and songs of praise to our merciful and almighty God.  Upon his arrival, Daddy was quickly ushered into the house, where his old armchair awaited him along with eager children and grandchildren.

Having Dad home is almost ethereal.  These past weeks have seemed more like a dream than reality.  I still am not sure that the heaviness of all that has taken place has actually penetrated my mind and heart.  

As I walk with my parents and siblings through the coming weeks, I’m sure reality will sink in.  Dad is quite different now, physically as well as in attitude.  He has lost a lot of weight and muscle mass.  And he is very solemn.  But his eyes have not changed; they still shine.  His recovery will be very gradual.  But, praise God that the word “recovery” is even in our vocabulary!

Along with Dad being home, I’m rejoicing that I get to go home too.  I have never loved the sight of my little apartment more than now!  I have sorely missed overseeing my own household and serving my husband and children.  I’m looking forward to sitting at the breakfast table tomorrow with just my babies to talk to. 

Nor can I wait to restore a certain degree of cleanliness and order to our dwelling.  For the past eight weeks, the apartment has become merely a large storage space, an out-of-the-way place to put in-the-way things.  Tomorrow, I hope to return it to it’s former glory.  Okay, “former glory” exaggerates what my apartment was like before all this happened.  But, whether ones home is a mansion or a shack, it is glorious having it be your own.  And, speaking of mansions versus shacks, I need to update everyone on the progress of our building project.  But I’ll save that for a different time.  It’s almost 11:00 PM and my bed in my room is beckoning me. 😉  

Okay Rayia, here’s that post I especially promised to you.  And guys, be forewarned, this is all going to be ultra feminine; you may just want to skip this one. 

Perhaps it has something to do with having lived in a predominantly female household for the past month, or maybe it’s this glorious summer weather, but lately I’ve had a hankering to try things that are new and different.  I’ve been threatening to cut bangs since Ransom and I were married almost three years ago, but only now have I had the gumption to actually do it.  So Rayia (and any other gal for that matter), what do you think?

Another “new and different” thing I’ve done lately is – brace yourselves – paint my toenails!  I never thought I’d have the nerve to do that.  But, while I was at Wal-Mart earlier this week (under the influence of Paige, I will add), I timidly picked out a fun-but-still-safe shade of pink polish.  When Ransom got home later on, I sheepishly showed him the bottle and asked what he thought.  Much to my surprise, a very pleased grin spread over his face and his eyes began to twinkle.  “Very fun,” he said.  YES!  That was just what I needed to boost my confidence.  The next day, while my babies were napping, I eagerly scrubbed and clipped and painted and here is the final result:

I would like to try a slightly more “grown up” shade next, something a little darker.  This color reminds me too much of Pepto-Bismal.  Anyhow, I’m having fun rejoicing in these girly things. 

Paige took these pictures…thanks sis!  She can be so hilarious, and there were multiple times during our “photo shoot” that I simply couldn’t helping laughing at her ridiculous antics:

Here’s to sisters and all things girly!

And, just in case some guy actually read to the end of this post (i.e. my brother-in-laws), by rejoicing in femininity, I’m not saying anything negative about masculinity.  Quite the contrary.  Women who are feminine and men who are masculine desperately need each other.  This is the way God has designed it.  If we were the same, things would be pretty boring.  Opposites attract and opposites work well together.  

One of the reasons I was attracted to Ransom was because he was comfortable being a man.  He didn’t make any apologies for being a strong, opinionated, in-your-face leader.  Nor was he afraid of confidently forging ahead and boldly moving toward his goals.  Yet, at the same time, he fell in love with me because I was so unlike him.  He wasn’t attracted to a wild, daring, take-charge persona, but one of gentility, tenderness and grace.  I will add that he wasn’t attracted to me because I was wishy-washy either; I had firm convictions and strong opinions too.  But I digress…

The world needs truth; it also need mercy.  One without the other is nearly useless.  Likewise, masculine men need feminine women.  When opposites are combined, a new element is created that is dynamic and earth-shattering.  May this be true of our marriage, and all marriages that are built on Christ Jesus, to the the glory of God.

Wow, this has turned into a post about anti-feminism.  And it all started by writing about cuttin’ bangs and paintin’ toenails!

As many of you know, my sisters are kinda horse-crazy.  Come to think of it, I am too…kinda.  Since becoming a wife and mother, I’ve become a little too practical for horse fantasies.  But, occasionally, when Ransom and I are out on a walk, I’ll get this wild desire to jump on a horse and gallop away with him to who-knows-where.  Maybe it’s the setting sun on the mountains, or the playful way the wind blows in the evening that brings out that bit of eight-year-old girl I’ve retained who is madly in love with these beautiful animals.  Horses are pictures of contrast: powerful and controlled; strong and graceful; rugged and beautiful.  There’s something incredibly tantilizing about seeing one running through a field, mane and tail blowing wildly, hooves barely touching the ground, nostrils flared, head tossing, eyes gleaming.  Oh, I’m getting shivers just thinking about it. 

Wow…maybe there’s a lot more of that little eight-year-old left over in me than I thought.  No wonder I married a cowboy. 🙂

Following are pictures of my sisters and Honour riding horses at Frank and Micki Strickland’s house, my Aunt Paula’s in-laws:

Katie was a natural!  And Anna has a beautiful posture in the saddle.  Honour, not even two-years-old, has already proved to have a bad case of horse fever.  When riding time was over, he pitched a royal fit, kicking and screaming, and repetitively saying, “More horse!”  His favorite toys are his aunties’ plastic horses here at the house and his favorite book is his daddy’s A Complete Guide to Horses.  When he’s grown up, maybe he’ll be rich and famous and actually be able to afford to keep one.  🙂

 

I was just at Karen Dunham’s blog and she has a wonderful post and some great pictures of our Thursday gardening adventure.  Click here to view them.  Thanks Karen!

Well, my last post was entitled “The Weekend,” and here we are going into the next weekend.  We’ve had a busy but wonderful week and gotten a lot done.  Besides doing school and keeping the house generally tidy, we got the garden planted!  The Dunham ladies came over Thursday afternoon and helped us put in lettuce, spinach, cucumber, two varieties of squash, and corn.  We also weeded, put cages on the tomatoes and pinched the extra runners off the strawberries.  Thank you Karen and girls!  We were productive and had a lot of fun.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures of our time together.  But, Mom, don’t panic, Karen did; you’ll be able to see the whole event. 🙂

Honour loved being in the garden with us.  Problem was, he kept wanting to stand right where Karen and I were making the cucmber mounds.  Karen came up with the great idea of making him his own mound, accompanied with a watering can (with water) and a small garden tool.  Well, Honour thought that was great.  And so did the younger girls.  They decided to contribute to his water supply from their own watering cans and buckets and ended up creating a minature mud bog.  By the time our work was done, Honour was coated from the waist down in mud, and most of the girls were wearing “mud stockings,” not to mention mud splatters and blotches on every other exposed surface.  Needless to say, they had a great day, and our cucumbers stayed intact, at least for the remainder of that day.

I must mention that Ransom and Paige planted all the corn…quite the undertaking for two greenhorns.  Now we’ll just see if any of it comes up. 🙂  But honestly, I’m quite impressed by how quickly it all got in, considering none of us had any experience in the business.

And now, for everyone’s viewing pleasure, here are pictures of my beautiful baby girl, Remember Elizabeth.  I think her little outfit epitomizes summer and it makes me think of her Auntie Rayia. 🙂

And here’s Honour…I love that little smudge of dirt on his forehead.

Tomorrow is the first day of summer.  May it be a time of rejoicing in the beautiful and simple things God has given us…such as little boys splashing in mud puddles; your baby’s giggle; the romantic scent of roses; your porch and porch swing; icy lemonade on a hot day; picnics with your friends; fireworks on a cool evening; daisies nodding in the breeze; clothes on the line; the sunrise; the sunset.  Take time to enjoy your family.  Tie heart strings with your children.  Take walks.  Read books.  Talk.  Savor what God has given you.  Rejoice in it all!  

And, on that note, I would encourage all the ladies to check out the new link I have under “For Fun” entitled “Shoshanna Gardens.”  You’ll find all sorts of at-home pampering tips along with a bunch of great pictures.  Enjoy!

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