Every morning, the school bus drives down our street at half past seven. When it does, the light reflecting off of it makes my entire living room light up bright yellow, like a strange sort of sunrise. Could this be proof that without our government intervening, the sun would not even come up in the morning?
Every morning, as the rumbling sunrise on wheels goes by, I am in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the family.
And every morning, I thank God for another day in the company of our children.
Yes, Becky dressed herself. Why do you ask?
They are just so funny. When we sat down to eat, Solomon prayed: "Dear God, thank you for this good food. Thank you for the wonderful Mom who cooked it, and the great Dad who paid for it. Amen!" Well, true that!
We had eggs (home raised), sausage (raised and made by a local rancher), biscuits (whole grain, homemade) and gravy (made from scratch using the drippings). Oh, and whole milk (raw) on the side. The cholesterol/fat Nazis probably just died of a coronary after reading that.
After a few moments of silence while everyone crammed their mouths full, John (7) pipes up.
"When I was little, I actually used to think that the USDA was just a normal organization to make sure the food sold at the store was safe. I had no clue they just raid farmers with their guns drawn."
The conversation took lots of interesting turns from there, as his older brothers piped up. It ended somewhere with Isaac saying "The most questionable food on the market is then bought up by the government, and used in school lunches."
Who needs TV, anyway?
Happy weekend, everyone! :)