The Tabernacle

In a little over a month, John and I are going to Israel. So, when I heard there was a replica of the Tabernacle on display in Hudson, Wisconsin, I convinced John that we needed to go. To be honest, I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to see but I figured that in light of our upcoming trip we might actually learn something; like, what is the Tabernacle?

I'll be honest, I'm not what you'd call a Biblical scholar. While I have a fairly good grasp on much of the Bible, I am not the one you want to come to when you are trying to find a particular verse, or, in this instance, understand exactly what you should know about the Tabernacle. When I have to teach a Bible Study or need to understand something I've read, I either do a lot of research OR I call someone who is more versed in Biblical studies.

On our way to Hudson, John asked me to read to him about the Tabernacle. He seemed to be confident that I'd know where to find this information which only goes to show that you can, indeed, fool all of the people some of the time. I dutifully looked up "Tabernacle" in the concordance at the end of the Bible and discovered that in Exodus 26 there is a description of how the Tabernacle is to be built. Let's just say that if you don't know how long a cubit is, you'll need to spend a lot of time in the foot notes while reading this chapter. And while 45 feet makes more sense to me than 30 cubits I can't really visualize either one.

On our way to the exhibit we actually passed it on the highway and this is what I saw:

I have to admit, it wasn't what I expected - AT ALL! I don't want to sound sacrilegious but this looked more like someone was doing laundry at the commune or something. I tried to keep an open mind. As it turns out, while this wasn't exactly what the Tabernacle courtyard looked like, it wasn't a bad facsimile. The Tabernacle is what the Jews carried around in the wilderness after they left Egypt on their way to the Promised Land; so you wouldn't really expect it to look like the Temple that was built later.

Our guide told us that this is exactly one-third the length of Noah's Ark and if you turn the actual Tabernacle (the silver thing on the left side of the picture) on end, it is the height of Noah's Ark. I didn't think that was very deep until I got up close to it and, let's just say, there was plenty of room for the giraffes.

If you want to read about how the courtyard was to be set up, check out Exodus 27:9-19. Like I said, I don't think the white plastic that we see here is actually what the Israelites used because, though not a Biblical scholar, I am 100% sure there was not a Home Depot in the wilderness. On the other hand, white plastic is probably a little more cost efficient than finely twisted linens.

Before we walked into the courtyard we stopped for a little explanation of how this Tabernacle came to be. If you know the story about the Israelites leaving Egypt (see Exodus 12), you'll remember that before the they left they asked for, and received, a whole bunch of gifts from the Egyptians. They then hurried out of Egypt, crossed the Red Sea, lost the Egyptians who had decided to chase them, and turned toward the south tip of the Sinai peninsula. It was there that Moses went up on Mount Sinai where God gave him the Ten Commandments AND the plans for the Tabernacle (this is the part of the story that I never remember.) God told Moses EXACTLY how he wanted the Tabernacle built and, as it so happened, the Israelites had everything they needed because they'd gotten it all from the Egyptians when they were moving out of town. (You'd think there was a plan or something!)

As you walk inside the courtyard you see the Bronze Altar and Laver. I took this picture from the opposite side so try to imagine that you are standing by that tent opening on the right side of the picture looking towards the Brazen Altar. You can find it described in Exodus 27:1-8. The Altar, is where the animals were sacrificed by the priests.

The next thing you see as you move closer to the Tabernacle is the Laver, which is where the priests washed their hands before entering the Tabernacle. It is briefly described in Exodus 38:8.

There were some very specific directions that God gave to Moses for building the Tabernacle. It was not an outwardly beautiful building (as you can see.) The instructions for how it was to be built are found in Exodus 26. The outside layer is to be some sort of animal skin and the particular type of animal seems to change depending on which version of the Bible you are reading which makes me think it's a very tricky word to translate from the original Hebrew. In the case of this particular replica they have, again, used a heavy plastic, which I'm sure is not only cheaper but keeps the animal rights people happy.

It isn't until you get up close to the Tabernacle that you are struck by the fact that the Israelites carried this around, piece by piece, for 40 years! Just one plank of the Tabernacle would require several strong men to move it and I doubt they'd make it very far in a day.

One of the first things you see inside the Tabernacle is the Golden Lampstand. A description of the Lampstand is found in Exodus 25:31-40. The cool thing about the lampstand is that it's hammered out of a single piece of gold weighing about 114 pounds. Wow, that would be easy to lug around the desert, wouldn't it?

Directly across from the Lampstand is the Table of Shewbread described in Exodus 25:23-30. This is where the bread of Presence was placed. Our guide told us that the short side of the Table is one cubit, which was approximately the length of an Israelite man's arm from elbow to the tip of his fingers. It probably goes without saying that I checked to see if my arm length from elbow to fingers is a cubit. It's not; mine is a little short, John's is a little long, which would lead me to the conclusion that the average Jewish person during those days, was approximately 5 feet 7.5 inches (the average of our heights.)

In front of the Inner Veil is the Altar of Incense, described in Exodus 30:1-10, where Aaron burned incense daily.I have to admit that as I viewed all of the gold covered pieces inside the Tabernacle I started to get a little huffy. Yes, huffy, is the best word I can use to describe my feelings. You see, they were all a bit dusty and I, using my spiritual gifts of judgment and criticism, determined that if you are going to have a display that represents something so holy, you should dust it now and then - perhaps even daily. As the huffiness built inside of me I realized that the Jews were carrying all of this around in the desert and deserts are not known for their lack of dust, so in fact, this holy dwelling might have even had a bit of dust during it's day. Perhaps I need to do a little repenting of my own.

The Inner Veil, as described in Exodus 26:31-33, separates the Holy Place from the Holy of Holies.
At this point, I had the feeling that I was unworthy of going past the Inner Veil to see the Ark of the Covenant (perhaps it was all that criticism and judgment I'd mustered up earlier.) And, to be honest, on my own, I am unworthy but, because of the saving grace of Jesus Christ, I have full admittance privileges. How awesome is that? His love never ceases to amaze me.

The Ark of the Covenant was the earthly throne of God during that time. Only the High Priest could go into the Holy of Holies. You probably knew this, but I'd somehow missed that the stone tablets which contained the Ten Commandments were carried inside the Ark. (I'm kind of hoping my pastor doesn't read this and figure out how little I know!) Also inside was Aaron's rod and, according to one of my pastor friends, some manna. Each year, on Yom Kippur (or the Day of Atonement), the High Priest would enter the Holy of Holies, and bring the blood from the sacrificial lamb, to sprinkle on the Mercy Seat (between the two angels) to atone for the sins of the people.

Though I had my concerns when I first glanced this replica of the Tabernacle and courtyard, I'm so glad I went. I'm such a visual learner so, for me, this made the whole story in Exodus come alive and not just seem like a listing of measurements, building materials and rules.

The really cool thing about the Tabernacle is that every bit of it is designed to represent the coming Messiah. I could go on and on about what each item, starting with the Courtyard all the way to the Ark, represents but I'm fairly certain you don't read my blogs expecting book-length stories. (Even though this particular blog post is getting rather chapterish looking.) At the end of the tour our guide showed us this one thing that I will pass on to you. If you draw a line in the dirt that goes from the Ark of the Covenant, through the Altar of Incense, the Lavar, the Brazen Altar and out to the front door of the courtyard; and then draw another line from the Golden Lampstand to the Table of Shewbread, it makes the symbol of the cross like the one upon which Jesus offered Himself as the sacrifice for all mankind. Again, you'd think there was a plan! And you'd be right. This is why God was so insistent that everything be followed exactly as he'd told Moses on Mt. Sinai. (see Exodus 25:9)

My only wish is that I'd known sooner that this replica was on display. We were able to go just three days before it closed. I heard rumor that they expect it may be on display again in 2012. You can probably check this website for more information. Now I can't wait to go to Israel and learn even more. Maybe someday I'll be a Biblical expert after all. . . . or not.

Why Me?

Women of Faith speaker, Marilyn Meberg, asked in the Women of Faith blog this week, “If you could ask God just ONE question, what would you ask?” Wow, just ONE question? That’s a tough one. There are so many questions that come to mind. Inquisitive questions like “How do You make the world go around?” “How did you come up with the idea to make the leaves change color in the Fall?” or “How do you make the waves stop when they reach the shore?” And, of course, there are the angry questions like “why are there starving children in the world?” “Why are people like my friend, Lacey, taken from this world at such a young age?” and “Why must I be intolerant to dairy and soy?” (But of course, that last question seems rather stupid in light of the rest of them.)

One of my favorite movie lines ever comes from the movie Return to Me. When Grace, played by Minnie Driver, discovers she’s the recipient of Bob Rueland’s (David Duchovny) deceased wife’s heart, she wails “What was God thinking?” Let’s be honest here. We all have times in our life when we feel as though God turned his back for a moment and our world went awry. Though I might not voice it exactly the same, I can assure you there have been times in my life when I easily could have uttered the same words as Grace, “What was God thinking?”

But still, after much consideration, I’ve decided that none of these are the questions I’d ask of God, if I was only going to get ONE. Here’s what I’d ask; I’d ask God “why me?” Why would you choose to use me to tell others about You? The plan seems flawed. Why would God take a woman who messes up on a regular basis, has a bit of a temper, gets annoyed when people don’t agree with her (yes, it’s true; even agreeing to disagree annoys me), and though generally articulate, sometimes can’t get a thought out in a comprehensive manner, and use her to share Christ's love? (I realize that’s more than ONE question, but you get the point.)

I am amazed really. And yet, that’s what the Bible tells us in John 15:16 “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit.” Crazy isn’t it? Even this truth makes you wonder “what was God thinking?” It will probably always baffle me and thus it’s my ONE question for God. What is yours?

It's a . . . .

Sugar,

and Spice,
and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.

And, come February, a sweet little girl will be added to the Holte family. That's right! Our first grandchild is a GIRL and we can't wait to meet her. Oh, and that spicy part? She gets that from her Nana!

Just to be clear, since we have two grand babies coming in 2011, this little one belongs to Paul and Erin. Let the shopping begin!

A Meal Fit for a . . . . . .

Our son, Adam, and his wife Heidi, are amazing cooks. Personally, I think Adam learned how to cook so well because he had to in order to survive. Let’s just say I’ve never been much of a cook. I do enjoy eating, however. And, I love it when Adam and Heidi cook for us because it’s always so yummy. They make it sound like it’s easy to put together such great meals, but I’m onto them. I think the key difference between us, is they enjoy cooking and I don’t. Truly, if Adam didn’t look so much like John I might think there had been a mix-up at the hospital but we’d be hard pressed to deny that he’s really our son. And we wouldn’t want to.

A couple weekends ago John and I went to visit Adam and Heidi in Wisconsin. As it so happened, Scott’s wife, Angelina, was out of town so Scott joined us also. An early dinner was planned for Saturday so that we could enjoy some local festivities later in the evening. I’d already been told that Baby Back Ribs were on the menu so I was pretty excited because they are one of my favorites! Just before dinner I noticed Heidi making a delicious Baby Spinach Salad with pears. Yum! Another one of my favorites. As I’ve previously mentioned on this blog, I have an intolerance to products containing soy and dairy so, when it came time to add the barbecue sauce to the ribs Heidi showed me the bottle of Sweet Baby Ray’s barbecue sauce and assured me that she’d checked to make sure it was soy-free. And you know how cooks are (o.k., I’m not really what you’d call a cook, but I do cook because as I mentioned, I like to eat), we like to share products that we’ve found that also work for the allergen response group and I mentioned the brand of barbecue sauce we use. (I know it sounds like I was trying to “show her a better way,” but truly I wasn’t. I like to think I’m not that kind of a mother-in-law and I hope my daughter-in-laws will help me continue in that possible delusion.)

Now, you may have already noticed, but at this point, I hadn’t quite caught on until Heidi, who was actually leaving the room for a minute said, “Well, this one fits into the theme.” The THEME? There’s a THEME for this meal? Let’s see . . .Baby Back Ribs with Sweet Baby Ray’s Sauce and Baby Spinach Salad. Once I knew there was a theme it didn’t take me more than two seconds to figure out what kind of a theme they were talking about. Perhaps you’ve guessed by now . . . that’s right . . we have ANOTHER grandchild due in 2011! TWO GRANDBABIES are ON THE WAY!!! (If you missed my previous blog about a grandbaby on the way, click here.)

For the record, Heidi didn’t really mean to tell us at that moment that they were expecting. Apparently she hadn’t counted on my incredibly good hearing and deductive skills. They were planning to make the announcement at dinner but this was just as fun.

As you might guess, we are OVER THE MOON with excitement! I love to “get down to baby level” and tell my grandbabies how excited I am to meet them and that I love them. I like to think they’ll already recognize me as their Nana when they arrive.

So, as you can see, that meal that Adam and Heidi made was A Meal Fit for Some Very Ecstatic Grandparents-to-be! We’re already in love!

Scott refers to this as "the pregnancy picture." Aren't they cute?

35 Years to Celebrate

Today John and I celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary. Somehow being married that many years seems like a HUGE deal to me. (Of course, compared to my parents 59 years, and John's parents, who shared over 60 years, it's not much, but still, it's a lot of years.) I told John this morning that I think the secret to our long marriage is that we are both stubborn. One would think that would be a detriment to marriage but in our case, it's worked to our advantage. We're too stubborn to admit defeat. So, here we are and I'm glad we didn't give up when the going was tough. Oh, don't act so surprised. No marriage makes it 35 years without tough times.

There is ONE thing that I would do differently if we were starting our marriage again. (Well, to be honest, there are a few things I'd do differently but just one I want to talk about here on my blog.) I'd recommend it to every married couple. What is it, you ask? I'd celebrate more. Or, to be exact, we'd celebrate more. I know of a couple who plans an "anniversary weekend" every year. They haven't always had the money for extravagant trips, and at times they've had tiny babies that they couldn't leave so their "weekend" might be at home alone with candlelit dinners and movies on t.v., but at least they've done something. Not only that, but they've also documented each of their anniversary weekends with pictures and stories. What a special scrapbook that must be. And, I have to say, I wish I'd thought of that earlier.

But, it's never too late to start a new thing so this year, in honor of our anniversary, we took a trip to the North Shore. For those of you unfamiliar with this region, the North Shore is basically all of the area along the shoreline of Lake Superior which starts in Duluth and goes on up into Canada (though I suspect in Canada it's probably changes from being the North Shore to the South Shore.)

We had an amazing time due, in part, to the advice of a couple of people. One facebook friend suggested a book called Waterfalls of Minnesota's North Shore by Eve and Gary Wallinga. The subtitle is "A Guide for Sightseers, Hikers, and Romantics." I'm sure I fall into one or two of those categories. (Probably not the hiker part, however.) This book was our "guide" for the weekend so I hope you are ready for a bunch of waterfall pictures. The book is divided up by rivers (of which there are a BUNCH), with information about the difficulty of the hike (a key factor for non-hikers such as ourselves), and a rating of "the waterfall experience" (which was helpful because I didn't want to waste my time hiking to a dud of a waterfall.) So, here goes - our waterfall weekend.

Our first stop was just north of Duluth along the old scenic Hwy 61. Taking this route not only gets you out of traffic for awhile but also swings you out along the lake and makes for a more interesting drive. There is a little wayside rest along the French River that has somewhat of a trail down to the water. I actually hadn't read about this stop in the book. If I had, I would have crossed the road and hiked up a bit to see the actual falls. Instead, I only saw the area where it flows into the lake, but still, it's quite pretty and worth the short walk down the hill.

I absolutely LOVE pretty much all forms of water, but watching it as it tumbles over rocks, surrounded by trees and plants is very close to the top of my list of favorites. After I finished taking the previous picture of the stream, John turned around and took the next picture of the water flowing into Lake Superior.

We drove a little further up the scenic highway and turned off on Stony Point Road, upon the advice of John's sister, Pat. She said we'd find some big, flat black rocks there and on certain days you could sit there and watch people kayak surfing. This was not one of those days. But still, the rocks were inviting and it was a sunny, warm afternoon so I grabbed the bug spray and headed onto the rocks. We enjoyed just sitting there for a bit and for some dumb reason the only picture I took was of my ghost white toes as I sat staring into the clear water. As I sat there I decided that the flies around us could be a problem so I sprayed the bug repellent on. BIG MISTAKE! Though the bottle read "Repel 29" is should probably read "Come Hither Biting Flies" because that is the affect it had. Fortunately, we had enjoyed our time there before the bugs descended because once they arrived the fun was over. I started to think that our whole weekend would be effected by the little pests but we never really had another problem (and Repel 29 is in the garbage!) Though my toes aren't the highlight of this picture, it at least gives you a feel for the rocks surrounding the area.

Early Saturday morning (well, not too early, but early for me) we headed out for our first hike of the day to the Upper Falls of the Poplar River.

With that short hike out of the way, we headed a few miles north to the Cascade River. Cascade Falls is apparently the most photographed falls on the North Shore. It's easy to see why. Plus, there's the added bonus of it being an easy hike, also, so that might have something to do with it being so often photographed.

We continued along the cascade river and up a series of steps. According to our book there were 47 steps to climb to view more of the cascades but I didn't count. At one point I ventured off the trail a bit to lean in and get this next picture. It was totally safe but it seems that John thought I might plummet to my death and kept saying "ho, ho, ho." It wasn't in a Santa type of manner though. It was more in a "stop, stop, stop" kind of way and it always cracks me up when he does that. If he'd had a lasso he would have made me wear it, I'm sure.

After we finished our hike we went across the highway and headed down to the beach for a little time sitting on the shore. No flies - Yay!

Well, by now we needed lunch and a nap so we headed back to the hotel room. Our plan, after our nap, was to go to Grand Marais for dinner, stopping on the way at one more waterfall located on the Fall River. We would never have found this spot were it not for our book. There's no parking lot, no sign and a pretty ragged trail. The book referred to the hike as moderate and the trail as poor. But, we made it down to see the waterfall only to have our camera malfunction. Thus there are no pictures, which is kind of a drag because it was our favorite spot. Oh well, now we have a reason to go back. So, please try to imagine it however you'd like. Or, you can buy the book and look at the picture in there. We did, however, find this heart shaped rock along the beach and I thought is was SO romantic to find a heart shaped rock on our anniversary weekend. I admit, I'm a sap. What can I say?

John's sister, Pat, had also recommended a number of restaurants in Grand Marais and suggested that perhaps one called Chez Jude would best accommodate my allergy issues (no dairy, no soy.) Grand Marais had a full blown celebration going on this weekend so we parked wherever we could find a spot and walked for what seemed like a mile to the restaurant. It was worth the walk, however, and after dinner we found a short-cut back to the car! Chez Jude has apparently won an award as one of the top 57 restaurants "worth the drive." It is a well deserved award. Not only was the food amazing, and the service outstanding, but we also enjoyed an awesome view of the bay. As we ate on the front porch we watched a sea plane flying in and out and a sailboat taking customers on an evening sail. It was truly a delightful experience all around. This is the view from our table on the front porch. Please keep in mind that the quality of my pictures goes down a bit from this point on because we had to switch to our little point and shoot camera with it's limited capabilities.

After dinner we sat in the Grand Marais park and listened to "Tres Amigos" (an easy listening singing group) and just took in the view, right up until the rain started, which sent us scrambling for our car.

On Sunday morning we had breakfast sitting on the deck outside our room at Lutsen Lodge. You can't complain about a view like this.

Our last two waterfall visits were technically just south of the North Shore. We stopped at Jay Cooke State Park on our way home on Sunday. The book indicated there were two spots to check out at this park. The first "falls" was actually a series of cascades on the St. Louis River and could be seen from Oldenberg Lookout which was a short, easy hike from the parking lot. From that point we could take a "strenuous" but short hike down to the water level should we desire. Fortunately, our brains stepped in front of our desire once we determined the definition of strenuous was "bring overnight gear and pray a helicopter will be able to get to you once you reach the bottom." It's hard to get much of a feel for this river from this picture but trust me, if you are ever in the area, you'll want to stop. It's worth your time.

The last spot we visited before heading home was also on the St. Louis River. This picture is of "Swinging Bridge Falls" which, coincidentally can be seen from the Swinging Bridge behind the visitor center of Jay Cooke State Park.

Who knows what kinds of adventure our next year of marriage will bring? But one thing I know for sure; on August 9, 2011 we will celebrate our marriage, take pictures, and promise each other the rest of our lives.

Suzy Homemaker? So NOT!

Tonight (which, since it's now after midnight, would technically be last night) I decided to make Zucchini Bread. Not just any zucchini bread, mind you; gluten-free zucchini bread. It’s not that I have to eat gluten-free, it’s just that my doctor wants me to cut back on my wheat intake AND I still have that pesky soy and dairy allergy so I thought why not try it?

It all started with a cookbook that I asked for, and received, for my birthday. (Thanks Adam and Heidi.) The book is called “Allergy-Free Desserts” by Elizabeth Gordon. It was the yummy looking cupcakes on the cover that suckered me in. Clearly Elizabeth loves to bake. Me? Not so much. But, I do love to eat baked goods and sometimes the only way to accomplish that goal is to actually bake. I decided to start with zucchini bread for a few reasons; 1. Zucchini is in season, 2.) I like zucchini bread but haven’t had it for years (ever since I grew out of my Suzy homemaker stage), 3. I figured it would be a good way to get some vegetables into my body since that is a challenge for me, and 4. The recipe looked fairly uncomplicated. Ha! So wrong little baker girl.

I should have known I was going to be in trouble when I went to the grocery store yesterday. I had to ask another patron if the zucchini was actually zucchini and not cucumbers. I have a hard time telling the difference. Adam once brought home a veggie pizza (pre-dairy-free days) from Papa Murphy’s and when I looked at it I said “who in the world would puts cucumbers on a pizza?” What can I say? I’m not a vegetable girl. So, let me give you a brief run-down of tonight’s festivities in the kitchen. In an attempt to keep it brief, don’t expect complete sentences. The fun started around 8:15 PM. This will become important later in the story.

• Decide to make zucchini bread
• Hunt down Allergy-Free Dessert cookbook (Where did I put it?)
• Thank John for locating cookbook hiding under my purse.
• Decide I’ll share some of my bread with my neighbor who has Celiac Disease and can’t eat gluten (again, this will be important later.)
• Find large mixing bowl for the base flour ingredients. (This base is used for many recipes in the book so pre-mixing a large portion will save me HUGE amounts of time later. Or so I’m told.)
• Mix base flours together.
• Realize I need an apron
• Find apron - note that it will need to be washed before I use it again.
• Look for loaf pan. Find it in freezer with a chicken dinner in it for later use.
• Call neighbor to see if I can borrow her loaf pan.
• Take off dirty apron
• Walk across the street to neighbor’s house, get pan and head back home after a little chit chat.
• Put dirty apron back on – again noting that it now seems even dirtier.
• Follow directions to pre-heat oven and grease pan with canola oil
• Get small bowl out to mix water with flaxseed meal (I know, it’s already sounding yummy, right?)
• Look for a large bowl in which to mix the dry ingredients while noting that I’m going to need my stand mixer for the next part which means I can’t use the bowl from said mixer.
• Wonder how many bowls Elizabeth things I own?
• Pull out stand mixer so I’m prepared for next step.
• Realize that the stand mixer has white flour rather encrusted on it from years of poor care (what can I say, I’m left Suzy homemaker behind, remember?)
• Decide if I’m going to share with my neighbor I’ll need to clean it up so as not to contaminate the bread.
• Find ice pick to get the dried on flour out of what I assume are vent holes.
• Wonder how much poking I can do without doing damage to myself or mixer?
• Unplug mixer before proceeding with ice pick.
• Bring the “head” of the mixer down to get out loosened flour. A whole bunch comes off.
• Note that there is still more encrusted flour to remove.
• Poke around again.
• Repeat above process and rather "firmly" move head up and down.
• Notice a little plastic piece that has fallen from somewhere and decide to just give up the sharing with the neighbor idea. I don’t want to make him ill and clearly this mixer isn’t safe.
• Try to put beaters into stand mixer.
• Realize the little plastic piece is actually an important part of the operation. It seems to be an integral part of holding the beaters in place.
• Take mixer to garbage can (it was never all that great anyway and it is, after all, 35 years old this month.)
• Pull out hand mixer and pray it’ll do the trick.
• Back to the bowl issue - Find a round baking dish that will suffice for dry ingredients – mix them together.
• Read next part of directions realizing - a wee bit too late - that the sugar (which is now mixed with the flour) was supposed to be creamed together with the oil BEFORE adding the flaxseed mixture and dry ingredients.
• Again, pray that this will still work.
• Add remaining ingredients taking special precautions not to lick my fingers. At least I read THAT warning before starting the whole procedure. Apparently gluten-free foods don’t taste good before they are baked.
• Pour mixture into pre-greased pan at 9:15.
• Check cookbook for baking time. 90 MINUTES! Yikes! And then 45 minutes to cool before taking it out of the pan.
• Realize it’ll be a late night
• Wait, and wait, and wait.
• 11:45 – remove bread from pan realizing there is no way I’ll be able to wait for breakfast to taste it.
• Slice a piece off. Apply dairy-free “buttery” spread and taste.
• YUM!

The baking adventure was a success! Not only did I produce some great tasting bread, I cleared up all that cupboard space that the mixer was hogging. Of course, if I’m to continue in this current Suzy homemaker direction, I might need to hunt down a new mixer. Or, I could just hire a cook. It might be cheaper.

A New Kind of Love

A few weeks ago our son, Paul, and daughter-in-law, Erin put a new floor in their townhome. They invited us to come up for dinner one night so we could see their work. Well, it wasn’t so much THEIR work that got the floor in; they had help. Lots of it. However, Paul and his friend eventually got the job done as Erin cheered them on. But I digress.

Before dinner we were sitting around, admiring their handiwork and talking and all of a sudden Paul asks if we’d like to see a video he made. Paul makes random videos all the time so this request didn’t seem so odd. Of course we said yes, because, well, it would’ve been rude to say no.

This is the video he showed us. Don’t read the rest of my blog before you watch it. It’s only 45 seconds long. Go on, you’ve got the time. You may have seen it before if you’re on Facebook, but hey, watch it again. It’s pretty spectacular. (Hint: you might need to double-click on the screen to get the full view.)

Wasn’t it great? O.K., I understand if you aren’t quite as over the moon about it as I am, but hey, that’s my grandbaby we’re talking about! That’s right! I’m going to be a grandma, or Nana, as I like to call it. It sounds a bit younger to me.

For years other grandparents have been telling me that there is no explaining the love they have for their grandchildren. They say it’s like a new kind of love that you won’t know until you become a grandparent. I wasn’t convinced.

To hear my children tell it, I’ve been bugging them for years to have kids. I seriously don’t know where they get that stuff because, to be honest, I’ve been a little nervous about the whole grandparent thing. What if I didn’t get that kind of love that everyone talks about? I don’t want to be a failure as a grandparent and I just wasn’t so sure that I’d be as enamored with my grandchildren as everyone else seems to be with theirs.

Well, let me tell you this; I need worry no more. The very instant I knew I was going to be a grandmother, I was head over heels in love with that little one. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever experienced! Paul and Erin asked me to keep it a secret for a few weeks and I’ve been beside myself. I actually walked through Target one day and started telling random people that I was going to be a grandmother. I’m sure they were thrilled. Had I stayed much longer I probably would have heard over the speaker, “Nut case in the baby aisle, please send assistance immediately!”

I’ll make a noble attempt not to make EVERY post about my assuredly adorable grandchild but trust me, it won’t be easy. February can’t come soon enough!