Remembering And Reconnecting

Sunday April 16th –

An Easter Sunday service was attended that morning and I think we were all trying to reflect on the meaning of the day, though to our small minds it’s pretty hard to grasp the reality.
That our God would love us so much, that He’d give His son to die for us and that Jesus would stay on the cross, suffering for our sins and everything we’d ever face, when a host of angels was ready to save Him in a second, had He asked.

(A piece I did later that day)

After church we went out for lunch in a small town between there and home, burgers filling our bellies πŸ˜ŽπŸ”

Once we were home, the classic Sunday nap was able to happen and I took full advantage of it 😴❀️
Sunday, the day of rest in so many ways πŸ˜‰

I was awoken quickly though, when Mike came to tell me that four black bears had been spotted by Dad when he’d went out for a little drive and Mom, Dad and he were now going back to see if they were still around.

Mom and I had walked along the very road Dad seen them and Becca and Nathin live just across as well, so the unpleasant feeling of having possibly been watched was real 😜
Dad says bears won’t eat us, especially right now since they are just out of hibernation and looking for berries and plants.
Mom doesn’t believe him… I’m not sure if Mike does either.
I don’t know what to think 😜

But sure enough, we drove past where he’d seen them earlier and caught a glimpse of them further on.
A momma bear and her three cubs from last year, all larger than I’d be comfortable meeting on the road 😏🐻

That was our evenings excitement… unless you count the juice Mike tried to make us, including ingredients such as lemon, lettuce and a baby tomato πŸ˜πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

You can use your thinking skills and assume how it tasted 😜

Spencer didn’t mind it too much, when he and his parents came over for a short visit.
Then again Spencer eats and drinks, many things a child shouldn’t enjoy and he grins hugely after each, so he isn’t a reliable source when it comes to food or drink consumption.

Monday April 17th –

After lunch, Becca and Spencer joined Mom and I at the house, bringing some fruit to contribute to the juice I was going to make for us to consume after taking a walk.

The few inches of snow that had fallen Sunday, had pretty much melted away and we had fairly good weather during our 6 1/2 km trek.

An orange, watermelon, strawberry, apple and dragon fruit juice awaited us.

(Dragon fruit was thrown in purely for nutritional value because none of us girls like the actual taste and luckily we found that we couldn’t taste It among the other flavours πŸ˜‹)

It turned out to be just as tasty as it looked, the colors reminding me of orange sherbet, or a sunset πŸ˜‰

After a grocery trip, I’ll have to get more adventurous and try some ‘green’ juices… the kinds that are actually good for you, not just natural, liquid sugar like the fruit juices 😏

After said healthy walk and juices… Mom began making cinnamon buns πŸ˜πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

I received little chunks of dough here and there, while listening to a podcast about unsolved, real life mysteries and working on lettering.

A dumb podcast to listen to if you don’t like not knowing the ending to something πŸ˜’

Supper was my job and it was a bit of a fail since I didn’t realize the steak meat had to be cut in a specific direction to be edible and I cut it in the NOT right direction… meaning it for sure made you do the recommended ten or however many chews per bite 😜

Thankfully we had Moms cinnamon buns to save the evening πŸ˜‰πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

Mike and I then had to deliver some to the neighbours (Becca and Nathin) and somehow we ended up visiting a while, even though Mike had worked with Nathin all day and I’d seen Becca that afternoon… but whatever, we had months of reconnecting to work on πŸ˜‹

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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