After we wrapped up our time in the city, we rented a car and drove upstate to a little town called Avoca, where our dear friends the Slaytons live. We met them when they lived here in San Antonio, and pretty much I know they will always be dear friends. It’s safe to say that distance has only made the heart grow fonder (although I’d give anything to live near them again).
Hillary and I used to meet once a week when our littlest were in preschool together and we’d pray or do a book study, or just do nails or go shopping or go have a pastry. It really honestly never matters what we do together because there’s always bound to be good heart to heart conversation and true encouragement. She inspires me so much to soak up my relationship with Jesus and to have the right priorities–to check my heart motives in different situations, and to pursue relationships even if there’s conflict. (And of course, Cody and Luke had great convos too, I just wasn’t paying much attention to them to know what they were talking about…)
Our time was no different on this trip. As soon as we arrived, the kids got busy doing something farm-ish with their amazing kids, and we got busy catching up, laughing, and sharing. Of course both nights we were there we stayed up way too late, but how can you go to bed at a decent time when there’s so many words to be said.
The next day, after Hillary’s delicious breakfast, we all went blueberry picking and the kids did lots of running around on the farm and four-wheeling and chasing the dog, and their fare share of collecting eggs and slipping in chicken poop.
We even had to make a last minute journey to Hobby Lobby, which is 45 minutes away (poor Hillary), but honestly it just gave us more opportunities to talk and to swing into Starbucks for an iced coffee. By the time we got home the guys had dinner pretty much ready (our timing was impeccable). And late that night we had s’mores, even in the midst of a downpour.
(not sure what I’m saying, but Landis is enjoying it…)
(I wish I was that cute when I’m grumpy.)
We hated leaving these sweet friends, but it’s good to know they are persevering in their town and in their church, faithfully loving and serving those around them, and teaching the Word diligently. If I ever decide to live on a farm, I’m moving to Avoca.