A Cozy Welcome to Fall

We had a great time in Steamboat Springs. There was snow, Fall colors, bike riding, horses to pet, a teenie-tiny cabin, popcorn, and reading The Hobbit aloud.

Hmmmm... why'd we get the cabin called Poverty Bar?

Nathan got the bow-and arrow that he had been wishing for, which we found in a little shop up there.

I was grateful for the seasons of life that God brings to us, thankful to be in this cozy cabin all together in a beautiful spot, and not in the hospital.

One Year Ago Today

It was one year ago this weekend that Nathan first got diagnosed with a brain tumor, and we were in the hospital preparing for his surgery.

Thank you all for helping us, loving us, and walking with us this past year. We're going up the mountains for some much needed fun and family time, marking this first year with remembering God's goodness to us.

WINNER OF THE HIGH SCHOOL DRAG RACE

Last week was our first, official week of school. It was also our very first homeschool co-op, which meets every Friday with about 25 other children. So, after hitting the books a fun weekend was in order, but we didn't have any plans, other than stacking wood on Saturday. That isn't in the fun catagory for the kids because it involves spiders, getting hot, and working.

Saturday night, I got a call from Nathan's orofacial myologist (she retrains lip and tongue muscles for proper speech - I'll do another post about her because she's amazing.) She had some connections with the owners of Bandimere Speedway and was able to get us tickets for Junior Dragsters on Sunday. But it was more than that; we got a tour of the press box and command center, and Nathan had a chance to ride in a dragster as it was being towed back after the race. I cannot say enough good about John Bandimere and his son-in-law Larry, two kind and godly men.

Aaron took the kids back to the track on Monday for High School Drags, where high schoolers bring their own cars to race, and also get to race against police cars. They were there the whole day and had a blast.

Nathan got to ride in the winner's car after the race going down the drag strip FAST! He gave Nathan one of his two trophies he had won that day. You can imagine how perplexed I was when they came home with Nathan holding a trophy as big as himself which said "Winner of the High School Drag Race." My question was, "Aaron, you didn't race your truck, did you?!" Then everyone talked at once telling me the story.