My Ruth! The most wonderful gift that God ever gave me in this life – Sorry Mom, Sorry sons! Yes, my mother is wonderful but there comes a time in life when there is an unexplainable push to leave and cleave with someone else. And so God created my Ruth.
A couple years ago now but My Ruth looks even better today.
Recently, when Ruth was off to England to Celebrate the life of her beloved Nanny, Grandma Cox, I especially felt the amazingness of my wife. The freezer was stocked to the hilt and I mean to the hilt – nearly took a strap tie to hold it shut. There were nearly a dozen loaves of bread and at least a dozen entrees. There was a breakfast idea’s list complete with all the exact instructions. That’s especially meaningful to a man like me who is hopeless in the kitchen – Well not really, I just like being the Dame in Distress or the Lad in Limbo in the kitchen. Or then again ask the boys about the time when dad confused the all purpose flour for gluten flour. That made for some rubberized inch thick pancakes. Now we know what they make bouncy balls out of. Call it Home schooling Science with Dad. Ok back to the subject! My Ruth!!!!
One of many lists of things we guys were suppose to remember while Ruth was in England for her Nanny’s memorial service.
My Ruth! In her excitement to see her family, or was it her worry that dad/I would accidentally kill the family if I actually did pour the wrong ingredients together, Ruth had each of our favorites for breakfast ready on the day of her departure to England. Hot cereal with peanut butter for me and a fruit smoothie --- Shh! don’t tell Ruth but even I can do that meal and not add gluten flour. But I was impressed that Mrs “must leave everything in absolute order before a major trip” because “who wants to return to a messy house”, had the time to cook specialty breakfasts for her family of 5 men. Come-on guys, eat your hearts out, I got the Prov 31 gal – Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
Our fruit smoothie and my hot 8 Grain Cereal with peanut butter stirred in. Now that’s a Breakfast.
At 5 a.m. I rolled over to let my Ruth know that it was time to start getting up only to find there was a void where she should have been. . . Wait she shouldn’t be gone yet! I followed my nose to the kitchen. “Honey why are you cooking more? It’s 5 a.m.”
“’Cause I want to!” Ruth giggled. “I can’t let my men starve.”
“Don’t worry we won’t starve! Do you realize how tall our freezer is? Do you realize that we use to put a whole winters supply worth of foods in a freezer like that in America? We aren’t going to starve. Relax woman! We’re going to be okay!”
But Ruth being determined as she is was worried about too much food in England. So she went to her ‘boot camp’ work out at Hill Crest International school on the way to the Airport. On the way to the airport, My Ruth, ran up the “Hillcrest Mountain” several times and then did Sworkit (S-work-it) with her fellowess moms who are determined that “when you go on furlough Thou Shalt not return with the Furlough 15.” 15 pounds that is. My philosophy is, enjoy it, cause when you travel like I do you’ll lose that furlough 15. So bring on Grandma Joyce Draughns Banana Pudding or a few boxes of Little Debbies. Extra sour cream, Please, on my Three 7 layer Taco Bell Bah-Reet-Toes. But My Ruth is on a mid life exercise kick that has her lookin’ ummm! Hmm! So fine!!!!!!
Relax woman! We’re going to be ok. . . But I must admit, for a brief moment as I watched Ruth walk into the Sentani Airport at 9:00 a.m. that morning I thought, “I sure hope you come back cause I don’t know what we’d do without you. I sure love being the Dame in Distress in the kitchen.” One blessing of being at the end of the food chain is that they don’t have Gluten Flour to screw me up in the kitchen. Flour here is flour but my Flower keeps on blooming in my life – My Ruth. Thank God she is back safe and sound! My Ruth!
A brief moment of panic hit me as Ruth disappeared into the Sentani Airport hear our house.
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