Monday, September 5, 2011

The Afterglow

This last week has been an emotional journey for me, for many reasons.

It began with our two horses leaving for their new homes.  
Traveler and Buck.

And two back-to-back trips to the Amish, with my friend Ellen.

More, much more, on that later...

And smack in the middle was a visit from my youngest son, Mark.
Mark usually visits every summer, 
flying from Richmond (Northern) California, 
back home to see family.
(We all grew up on Little Traverse Bay in Petoskey, Michigan...
Home of the Million Dollar Sunset.)

Mark is proudly referred to as "my golfer son". 

I love it when he comes home.

You can take the kid out of the country, 
but you can't take the country out of the kid.

And yes, the ball made it to the woods... 300+ yards away...with ease.

He always spends a day at our place.
To relax and connect with the critters.

And help Russ around the farm with chores and such.

And we always head up to Petoskey, for the rest of the family time.

My Mother, Jackie, hosted a dinner at her lovely home, much to our delight.

Catching up and relaxing.  That is what vacations are for...

And reliving the good ole' days, through stories and laughter.

And a time to even ponder the future...

But alas, once Mark leaves, I'm left with a heavy heart...
wishing for a lifetime of days with my son.

But for now, I'll settle back in.  
Dreaming of an even simpler life mirroring the Amish, as we move forward in our own dream. 
One of farm, family, and simplicity.  

The simplicity of being God-sufficient, and abiding in Him.

Until tomorrow, God willing.


Sandy said...

Sherry - This post touched my heart as I've been longing for my kids and feeling a bit homesick myself. It's been a while since I've had a chance to comment but as always I've enjoyed catching up and seeing your beautiful photos. You always inspire me! We are on our own journey in an effort to live a more simple life. If you get a chance stop by our new blog at Buttermilk Acres to chronicle our life in TN and building our own cabin. Take care, Sandy

Anonymous said...

Beautiful story Sherry, I understand how u miss your son when he leaves for his home in Ca. I have two children and a step son. My son lives in Tinley park, Ill My beauiful daughter lives in Houston Tx and my Step son lives in Tulsa Ok.. I miss spending my days with them as well, I get so lonesome for them.. All have busy lives.. So I fill my life with my dogs and enjoy all the love and laughter they bring to Jim and I , Always enjoy your posts u are a special lady!!! Your horses are beautiful..
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pilgrimscottage said...

It is so nice for you to see your son. I miss my children and don't get to see them. Being God-sufficient is the only way to go through life. All the best as you continue your simple life journey.

John said...
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Feral Female a.k.a. Vicki Locey said...

Lovely story and blog you have here! Thanks for stopping into mine. =)

Sherry Sutherby said...

Thank you everyone. The general consensus is that everyone is missing their children. It was also my eldest son, Charlie's, birthday this past weekend. He, too, is in California via way of Michigan. (Christian filmmaker...) John - my apologies on deleting your comment. Please re-post if you see this. I was playing around with notifications and goofed up. I'm anything but computer savvy. Thank you Vicki, for visiting my Blog, and Sandy, I'll follow you to Buttermilk Acres (love the name!!). Blessings to all.

John said...

Missing understandable. Blessed for sure.

Origianl post related to a hamburger joint in Petoskey called Wimpy's (you mentioned in this post that you grew up in Petoskey). It was not important.

Sherry Sutherby said...

John ~ thank you for returning your comment to this post~! Yes, I remember Wimpy's in Petoskey. If I'm not mistaken, it was located on the corner (North) of the intersection, near Big Boy, but closer to the hospital. Petoskey was a delightful place to grow up, for both myself, and my sons. I truly thought I would never leave...