The leaves don’t really turn here, nor do they fall. I miss the colors, but not the raking. I love that we can still comfortably wear flip flops and dine al fresco. I even love that it was “chilly” enough the last few days to open windows, light candles, wear jackets, and get the kind of cozy that only blankets and hot tea can create. And I love most of all that it will be warm again in a few days, that we will have to crank the AC back up and can go to the beach without shivering!
We don’t get there as much as I would like or even as much as my online life might imply, but whenever I am there, it is so glorious. And Sunday, I saw one of these there for the first time:
We were rained on almost the whole time we were there, and it was COLD rain, but this view was so worth it.
The rainbow is a symbol of God’s promises. The Bible tells us that (Genesis 9:17), and also tells us (2 Corinthians 1:20) His promises are “Yes” and “Amen” (so be it). One of my ongoing tests in life is not believing in God’s promises, but waiting on His timing. Lord knows I am perpetually in a hurry. I am reminded time and time again that His time is perfect, and that the fulfillment of His promises is often timed in a way that maximizes my opportunities for learning along the way.
This past week – as I internally commemorated One Year Since Our Initial Supposed Reason For Moving From Chicago to Myrtle Beach Fell Apart and One Year Since My Parents Sort Of Moved Here For Six Weeks – I also saw the fulfillment of some things… maybe not “Biblical Promises” for which I could provide scriptural references, but the coming to pass of events (some tiny, some MONUMENTAL) that make me feel Smiled Upon.
(sorry for my random capitalization. it’s the bloggy equivalent of my airquotes)
A dear, dear, dear friend – member of the sacred Mommy Tribe in Chicago (that most of my South Carolina friends must be a l i t t l e sick of hearing about) is coming in a few weeks, and my Whole Family – mom, dad, brother & fam, aunt, uncle, maybe gramma, and cousins, are coming for a week in June. Par-tee!
While visits in and of themselves aren’t life changes, they seem to escort them in. I’m excited for what’s coming.
5. And more visits
Speaking of visits, we have ended a straight month of grandparent and surrogate grandparent visits. Mamaw & Grandpa left today after 2.5 weeks of family dinners, overnights for the girls, and extra help for me. It was wonderful having them here –
Seriously, I wish everyone would quit stalling and just move here already…
5. Lasagna Soup
Our last dinner all together last night was a typical Burton mishmash of snack foods, mostly based on cheese. My one exception (in that it was a real course and not a snack) was this soup, which I made for the first time back in March and revived for a new crowd:
I discovered this Paula Deen recipe via Pinterest, and it goes like this:
Tastes Like Lasagna Soup
1 lb ground chuck
1 onion, chopped
1 green bell pepper, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 teaspoon thyme
1 tablespoon firmly packed brown sugar
1 (32 ounce) box chicken broth
2 (14.5 ounce) can petite diced tomatoes (I used one)
1 (15 ounce) can tomato sauce
(I used 2 cups of jar spaghetti sauce, ’cause it’s what I had)
2 teaspoon Italian seasoning (I used basil & oregano)
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cup broken lasagna noodles
1 (5 ounce) package grated parmesan cheese (I used 8 ounces)
2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
garlic crostini, recipe follows
…I didn’t have these last two ingredients when I made it last night. No big, though more cheese is always a good thing.
In a large Dutch oven (or skillet), combine ground chuck, onion, bell pepper and garlic. Cook over medium-high heat for 8 to 10 minutes, stirring occasionally until beef is browned and crumbles. Drain well.
Stir in thyme, brown sugar, broth, diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, Italian seasoning, and salt. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat; reduce heat and simmer 20 minutes. Add noodles, and simmer until noodles are tender. Stir in Parmesan cheese.
~As always, I recommend eating with people you love.