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They sound really excited about this, especially Gary since he loves to hunt and fish and build stuff. I’m sure they’re very sad to leave their old life, Christ’s Church, and all of their friends in Washington though. And I’m also sure that Sari will deal with these losses far better than I have... I wish I could be more like her.
Here are some pictures of their new cabin:
The View
The Cabin
Look at those cute sage green cabinets!!
While talking about his Dad’s annual hunting trip
Brandon: Would it be ok with you if I went on a hunting trip some day?
Me: How long would I have to cook and eat Elk for?
Brandon: My dad always brought back like 800 pounds and it lasted all year.
Me: In that case, no.
Brandon: Would it be ok with you if I went on a hunting trip some day?
Me: How long would I have to cook and eat Elk for?
Brandon: My dad always brought back like 800 pounds and it lasted all year.
Me: In that case, no.
I’m just kidding, of course he could go on a hunting trip. But, we better have a whole bunch of kids to eat that elk because I’m certainly not going to eat it everyday for a year. Also, I will not be the kind of supportive wife that Sari was who once accompanied Gary on a two-week hunting trip in the snowy mountains. I won’t sit and cry in a tent in the snow for two weeks waiting for Brandon to shoot an elk. No thank you. I prefer to be the kind of supportive wife waiting at home in my warm pink bathrobe with a cup of coffee and my HGTV. But again, props to Sari for being the outstanding wife of the year.
Most of the time I feel like Scarlett O’Hara who was a self-centered brat at heart but who always justified her bad behavior by thinking “Someday, I’ll be a great lady like my mother” or “Someday I will be selfless like Melanie.” Of course, she never became like her mother or Melanie at all and ended up miserable and alone.
Whenever Brandon and I are fighting, I usually think, “Well a good wife and a woman who loves the Lord more than herself would do such and such.” Then the sin in me wells up and I think, “Well it’s really all Brandon’s fault anyways. He’s the reason I’m acting the way I am. I’m going to get what I want or make my point any way I can and I won’t think of the way I should be acting. I can’t think about that now, I’ll think about that tomorrow. Someday, I’ll be a great wife... just not today.”
Most of the time I feel like Scarlett O’Hara who was a self-centered brat at heart but who always justified her bad behavior by thinking “Someday, I’ll be a great lady like my mother” or “Someday I will be selfless like Melanie.” Of course, she never became like her mother or Melanie at all and ended up miserable and alone.
Whenever Brandon and I are fighting, I usually think, “Well a good wife and a woman who loves the Lord more than herself would do such and such.” Then the sin in me wells up and I think, “Well it’s really all Brandon’s fault anyways. He’s the reason I’m acting the way I am. I’m going to get what I want or make my point any way I can and I won’t think of the way I should be acting. I can’t think about that now, I’ll think about that tomorrow. Someday, I’ll be a great wife... just not today.”
So the moral of the story is, I am Scarlett O’Hara...
and I really need God to make me into a Melanie Wilkes.
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