I remember once I asked James about the saying, “You can have your cake and eat it too.” I didn’t understand what it meant. How could you eat it and still have it? This was a concept I could get into. Cake. I like it.
He spent about an hour trying to get me to understand that you eat a piece of cake, but there’s still a whole piece left. Truthfully, I am not sure I ever really grasped the depth of the meaning because I kept wondering if there was any real cake that we could just go ahead and eat.
But I think this past weekend was an example of that for me. We were planning to work in the yard. If you know anything about James then you might have noticed yardwork isn’t his passion. It’s only once or twice a year that he really gets out there and works. And even then it is usually some kind of gift for me, this time it was my Valentine’s Day present.
We made the plans and then, on Friday, it started to rain. It rained for 2 days and while I was disappointed that we weren’t going to be able to get the yard fixed up, I was so grateful for the rain that I didn’t mind. But then….and this is the have the cake even after you’ve eaten it part of the story…..it stopped raining and dried up just enough for us to work outside.
So on Sunday James gathered all of the kids and they got started. I had made a long, impossible list and they started chipping away at the jobs while I worked inside on Shop 24 orders. I’d look out the window and see James carrying a long board followed by 4 little boys who were asking questions like, “Can I use the saw?” or, “Do astronauts wear underwear on the moon?”
The girls helped too, giving opinions and holding boards for James to cut. It was a group effort.
I love seeing my man tromping around outside with my children. There’s just something about watching it that blesses me. It’s so pure and charming and sweet. Until I hear him fussing at someone to stop asking him questions about astronauts. Then it loses a little bit of the appeal. But I get it. It’s probably the same way he feels when he slips into the house in the middle of the day and quietly watches me sitting at the school table working with the kids, teaching them their Bible verses, warming his heart….then all of a sudden he hears me shout in disgust, “Adam, UGH! Did you brush your teeth?!”
He informed me last night that they got the first 3 1/2 things done on the list. I should tell you that the list had 47 to-do items on it. But I wasn’t disappointed. 3 1/2 is better than none.
And so, if I understand the concept, I got to have my cake (in the form of rain) and eat it too (by getting some work done in the yard). Is that right? Or is the cake the yardwork and the rain the leftover cake?
Oh, forget it. I’m more of an ice cream person anyway.
Have a great week!