we had plans, you know. big plans. a bus. a roadtrip. four little kids & us, a couple duffle bags, a backpack of books & some pencils. we were going. for a long time, we were going.
the plan was to sell the house, to move somewhere else. then, after the last box was hauled in from the (choose one: moving van. friend’s pick-up truck. back of the van.), after we’d unpacked the spaghetti pot & made dinner, after we’d done a load of jeans, we’d point ourselves southwest & go in a (choose one: bus. camper. mini van.).
our big plans included WEST: california, legoland, the grand canyon. a big warm loop of state lines crossed, cousins visited, first-time-in-this-state pictures. we would find new adventures, exciting places, meet new people.
but instead of California, we got north dakota. not exactly exotic, not even warm.
it seemed like a cruel recalculation on paper.
but. & that’s where Jesus comes in, taking our teeny plans, unfolding them like a giant roadmap laid out on the kitchen table, & making them into something, well, better.
how can north Dakota in the fall possibly rival a California roadtrip?
let me show you.
my parents’ farm, where i grew up, along the canadian border.
four-wheelin’. also known as “field rollin,'” if you’re new to the sport. or 5 years old..
uncle jay, running the semi. leif loved riding with “uh day”.
not only was it gorgeous weather for september in north dakota, but between field lunch runs, bumping along the gravel roads in papa’s pick-up, riding in the combine, & “full house” episodes in the evenings with grandma, we even managed to sneak in a blissful afternoon at the Lake, my most hallowed place, for kayaking.
it was 85 degrees.
tell me God doesn’t love me.
my mama & me, dominating the photo.
AND. there was cousin time. my cousin Kelly’s kids, just down the road from my mom & dad’s. literally, cousins for neighbors. booyah.
& then back to the farm, an actual wonderland. extreme climbing against gale-like winds? who needs the grand canyon. . . .
throw in a gram, a papa, an uncle, & a daily buffet & really.
I may never get to california.
did I mention the rides? both older kids learned to mow. & LOVED it. bam-o.
so, there it is. ND instead of CA. warm weather, riding around on farm equipment all week, eating, drinking, bonfires, cousins, kayaking, the Lake.
recalculating, I think we’re going to get along just fine.
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