Ben and I have been listening to Wayne Shorter this weekend. He is such a fabulous musician! Honestly, when I met Ben he introduced me to music that I had never listened to before. I always thought that if we were to get married, we would be rich in terms of our fusing musical collections and love ..... And both have turned out to true! :) That being said, having been nothing but musicians/students since we met, it has been good that we have had our music and our love for the past blissful almost-year of marriage! God is the great provider and we have never been in need of anything regardless of our circumstances. But as with other friends pursuing a career with their art, there is always the fun sport of taking on the "starving artist" persona, which we do for fun on occasion. That desperate, gold-digging, headstrong personality came over me with so much irony while we were listening to Mr. Shorter today and I just had to share:
"You know I really married you because I wanted all your music (Ben snorted). Yup, I married you for you music and your money."
Ben immediately replied, "Well that was a stupid idea." =)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Never a Dull Moment
....not having a lot on the "to-do" list doesn't mean that we can't get into trouble - oh no, quite the opposite! In the past 3 days we have called both 911 (Sarah and the boxcutter incident)and Poison Control (Sarah forgot the exterminator came to the house and ate something off the floor). I would like to point out that Ben was not the perpetrator of either of these events; however, he did most of the dirty work in order to get things right again....because he's just THE MAN like that. Meanwhile, I have managed to stay out of trouble for almost 24 hrs and am trying my best to keep it that way!
The boxcutter incident happened as a result of cutting holes around teeny tiny nails that held a bookshelf backing in place (the backing happened to have been nailed on backwards). After about 50 nails were done and 4 were left I decided to defy the laws of knife-handling (never a good idea) in my haste to finish and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bookshelf - in the line of fire. And it did feel like fire, actually. After we called 911 looking for the hospital or an urgent care place (we had neither internet nor a phone book), the operator decided, against our protesting, that we needed an ambulance. The embarrassing exchange between us and the paramedics is actually comical in hinds' sight....we all knew they didn't need to be there, we simply needed directions to Urgent Care. I hope nobody was in serious condition during their visit. They literally took my blood pressure and gave me a Band-aid, telling me the wound may or may not even need stitching. Urgent Care sewed me up right away, and we were off. 4 stitches and quite a tale to tell for all of it!
In other news, we have been cooking and eating fabulous food! I have been searching out local farmer's markets, and found a close one with great deals. I bought all of the food in the photo below for just a bit over $10!
Lettuce, Zucchini, Corn, Yellow Squash, Mango, FL Oranges, Tomatoes, Cucumber....
I'm the most excited about the mango!
Did I mention that I am exceedingly excited about this?
This food tends to make very good meals as well. The other night we had oven-roasted veggies with alfredo pasta and garlic toast on the side. One of my favorites so far! - I liked it so much that I took a picture! :)
We also found out that we are permitted to paint our place! I am ecstatic about this! One of my girlhood dreams was to have a place of my own that I could paint and decorate. I used to plan whenever I would go to the hardware store with my dad. :) We picked out the colors together, and I picked them and all the paint supplies up at Home Depot today. Thanks to my Grandpa Fortney's graduation gift to Ben of a Home Depot gift card, we are able to start this project sooner rather than later. Stay tuned for before-and-after shots!
The boxcutter incident happened as a result of cutting holes around teeny tiny nails that held a bookshelf backing in place (the backing happened to have been nailed on backwards). After about 50 nails were done and 4 were left I decided to defy the laws of knife-handling (never a good idea) in my haste to finish and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bookshelf - in the line of fire. And it did feel like fire, actually. After we called 911 looking for the hospital or an urgent care place (we had neither internet nor a phone book), the operator decided, against our protesting, that we needed an ambulance. The embarrassing exchange between us and the paramedics is actually comical in hinds' sight....we all knew they didn't need to be there, we simply needed directions to Urgent Care. I hope nobody was in serious condition during their visit. They literally took my blood pressure and gave me a Band-aid, telling me the wound may or may not even need stitching. Urgent Care sewed me up right away, and we were off. 4 stitches and quite a tale to tell for all of it!
In other news, we have been cooking and eating fabulous food! I have been searching out local farmer's markets, and found a close one with great deals. I bought all of the food in the photo below for just a bit over $10!
This food tends to make very good meals as well. The other night we had oven-roasted veggies with alfredo pasta and garlic toast on the side. One of my favorites so far! - I liked it so much that I took a picture! :)
We also found out that we are permitted to paint our place! I am ecstatic about this! One of my girlhood dreams was to have a place of my own that I could paint and decorate. I used to plan whenever I would go to the hardware store with my dad. :) We picked out the colors together, and I picked them and all the paint supplies up at Home Depot today. Thanks to my Grandpa Fortney's graduation gift to Ben of a Home Depot gift card, we are able to start this project sooner rather than later. Stay tuned for before-and-after shots!
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Big Move
So we are officially living in South Florida now! First of all, I would like to dispel the myth that South Florida is hotter than any other place in the southern regions of the US. Just because it's further south does not make it hotter. If you have never visited Greenville, NC and West Palm Beach, FL in succession, you must do so before making an informed decision on this subject. Let's just say that hot, humid, stagnant air FEELS ridiculously more smothering than hot, humid air which is mingled with a gentle breeze from the Atlantic Ocean! So all you G-vegas people --- come visit us! :)
We had a very smooth trip down. Ben is a master Budget truck driver; the only incident he had was with a garbage can at a gas station (Budget truck = 1, trash can = 0; thankfully plastic cans can be bent back into shape!). Although I went a little crazy driving the Honda all alone, I finished Anne of Green Gables on audiobook, my phone battery never died, and my appendages never completely went to sleep - win! We made a pit stop in Jacksonville, FL on Day 1 to visit some dear old friends of mine (they're not old in years, but I have known them a long time!). Thanks to our pastor in Greenville, the next day we were able to meet up with some members of a local church body who helped us move into our new apartment. It was not the best moving conditions, as the rain made the truck ramp slippery, but nothing was broken, and more importantly, nobody was injured. :)
So of course there are adjustments to be made as it is with any new town, but we are loving this area. I particularly enjoy the beachy breeze and the SUPER TARGET 3 minutes down the road. :) We are slowly making some friends in the area from the church we visited yesterday as well as some neighbors. My favorite part, by far, is the abundance of time that we have had since moving here. The last year has been fabulous, don't get me wrong - God has been good to us in our marriage and our school endeavors - but finding quality time together while meeting the demands of our lives has been interesting to say the least. The lavish amount of time that we have had to set up our home, unpack our things, take breaks from that to sit on the porch and talk, walk down to the pool and check our e-mail, explore the area, and get lots and lots of sleep has been a gift for which we are incredibly thankful. Being a first year teacher, Ben will more than likely be quite busy, and I believe that my internship will require a lot from me as well. It has been lovely to begin our lives here slowly.
Enough for all my chatty words, here are some pictures from the last few days:
Pit stop for gas: this truck sucked it down!
My view = I-95 and the moving truck!
This photo was taken right after we crossed the GA-FL border. The sign's caption? "Welcome to the Sunshine State." Ironic.
Right after this, the camera battery died. I was unable to take any more photos until all of our stuff was in piles in the living room, as seen below. :)
Unpacking Day 1: I thought this was the last kitchen box. I had been misinformed. :)
Sunday after church we visited the City Place: probably a real tourist trap, but it's a gorgeous area!
Hi Mom! ;-)
More to come....
We had a very smooth trip down. Ben is a master Budget truck driver; the only incident he had was with a garbage can at a gas station (Budget truck = 1, trash can = 0; thankfully plastic cans can be bent back into shape!). Although I went a little crazy driving the Honda all alone, I finished Anne of Green Gables on audiobook, my phone battery never died, and my appendages never completely went to sleep - win! We made a pit stop in Jacksonville, FL on Day 1 to visit some dear old friends of mine (they're not old in years, but I have known them a long time!). Thanks to our pastor in Greenville, the next day we were able to meet up with some members of a local church body who helped us move into our new apartment. It was not the best moving conditions, as the rain made the truck ramp slippery, but nothing was broken, and more importantly, nobody was injured. :)
So of course there are adjustments to be made as it is with any new town, but we are loving this area. I particularly enjoy the beachy breeze and the SUPER TARGET 3 minutes down the road. :) We are slowly making some friends in the area from the church we visited yesterday as well as some neighbors. My favorite part, by far, is the abundance of time that we have had since moving here. The last year has been fabulous, don't get me wrong - God has been good to us in our marriage and our school endeavors - but finding quality time together while meeting the demands of our lives has been interesting to say the least. The lavish amount of time that we have had to set up our home, unpack our things, take breaks from that to sit on the porch and talk, walk down to the pool and check our e-mail, explore the area, and get lots and lots of sleep has been a gift for which we are incredibly thankful. Being a first year teacher, Ben will more than likely be quite busy, and I believe that my internship will require a lot from me as well. It has been lovely to begin our lives here slowly.
Enough for all my chatty words, here are some pictures from the last few days:
Right after this, the camera battery died. I was unable to take any more photos until all of our stuff was in piles in the living room, as seen below. :)
More to come....
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Typing Up Loose Ends
T minus 8 days until the big adventure!
What a massive explosion of emotions has taken place in my life over the last month! I have been learning so much about trusting the Lord; I realize even more how my desire is to take control and manipulate situations into what I want them to be (which I so often do); now He has given a scenario over which I have had so little control and I had no choice but to trust and wait.
I am so terrible at waiting.
So here we are, on the verge of relocation...I have done so little to make it happen, and yet it has happened so beautifully (it is times like this where I really think God is laughing at me, with the loving, all-knowing compassion of a Father, saying, "Oh, I'm so glad it worked out too! It was getting a little dicey in the middle, but - amazing - I made it all happen ALL BY MYSELF!")
So we are a lease-signing away from an apartment. Ben has a full-time job. I was granted a stipend for my internship. We have found a church home in West Palm.....back to the discussion about mercy and grace, I am so aware of both right now.
I am also aware that all of this would have been fully accomplished without my addition of worry and stress and fear at times. But I am learning, slowly but surely.
Saying good-bye is hard, too. I suck at goodbyes. Working on that one. :)
Here's a little sneak peak at packing in the Sparrow abode:
The wall of boxes in the bedroom. I'm thinking it shouldn't get much taller....
Our TV (mercifully) kicked the bucket last week, and we decided not to replace it. The entertainment center now serves as a holding area for items waiting to both store and be stored....what a process!
The ABC Store has been the main provider of moving boxes for us. Great way to save money on sturdy boxes! We like to keep ours behind the dining room table. :)
What a massive explosion of emotions has taken place in my life over the last month! I have been learning so much about trusting the Lord; I realize even more how my desire is to take control and manipulate situations into what I want them to be (which I so often do); now He has given a scenario over which I have had so little control and I had no choice but to trust and wait.
I am so terrible at waiting.
So here we are, on the verge of relocation...I have done so little to make it happen, and yet it has happened so beautifully (it is times like this where I really think God is laughing at me, with the loving, all-knowing compassion of a Father, saying, "Oh, I'm so glad it worked out too! It was getting a little dicey in the middle, but - amazing - I made it all happen ALL BY MYSELF!")
So we are a lease-signing away from an apartment. Ben has a full-time job. I was granted a stipend for my internship. We have found a church home in West Palm.....back to the discussion about mercy and grace, I am so aware of both right now.
I am also aware that all of this would have been fully accomplished without my addition of worry and stress and fear at times. But I am learning, slowly but surely.
Saying good-bye is hard, too. I suck at goodbyes. Working on that one. :)
Here's a little sneak peak at packing in the Sparrow abode:
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Student of Mercy
I've been pondering the grace of God today. It started with a message at church, continued in the synaptic firings of my brain for the middle of the day, and blew up in my face with a failed attempt to locate a copy of the Daily Reflector.
I really wanted the newspaper today. I am trying to save money for my family with coupons and specials - those are good things, right? But when my desire to be a good steward morphed into pride, I found myself entitled to this opportunity. And when I couldn't get the paper, I got upset. At Ben (because he was there, not because he did anything wrong). I hate to admit what a childish tantrum I threw (it was masked by adult-isms, but it would be so prideful to use the popular "I got my feelings hurt")....I am finding that sometimes public confession is a great teacher of humility. In the meantime, sometimes others learn or find encouragement.
But I digress. I tell this story in lieu of the definitions of grace and mercy. Mercy is God delivering us from what we deserve - the punishment of hell. Grace is God giving us everything besides hell (salvation, life, air, marriage, and the list goes on and on...). So by definition, anything that I have that is not hell is God's intense grace towards me. The only thing that I deserve in and of myself is hell. Period. Everything else is a gift from our gracious God. I still feel entitled to so many things that God has given (or has not yet given) to me as good gifts intended to show Him off as the good and gracious God that he is.
Things like health. Safety. The security of good opinions from others. We all have our own lists.
If I had an accurate view of God's mercy, I would not kick, fight, and scream for the things that I thought I deserved. Now, I was raised in a Christian home, I've been going to church all my life, and I know what the Word says about my salvation. I believe that my salvation is a result of the finished work on Christ on the cross, a free gift to me because the debt was paid with His sinless life. But if really understood God's mercy, I would LIVE so much differently. My actions, decisions, and RESPONSES to the unknown would look so much different.
I would respond to pain with trust, not with anger.
I would respond to grief by throwing myself at the feet of Comfort, instead of trying to make my heart impenetrable and hard.
I would respond to mistreatment with humility, not with bitterness.
I would respond to change with an expectant heart, not with the construction of fearful walls.
I would respond to personal failure with an understanding of my identity in Christ, not with self-pity and retreat into the darkness of my own personal wounds.
And all of this stems from an inaccurate understanding of the Gospel - what Jesus came for, how I fit into the picture, where this is all going. It is for his glory. God was glorified when I was shown mercy by the lovingkindness of Jesus Christ in his sacrifice for me. He is glorified when I suffer. He is glorified when I am unable to get my comfort, the new job, or the stupid newspaper.
This is so backwards to how my heart is inclined to approach not getting what I want. But I desire to know the mercy of God in a deeper way. Each day I see even more the depravity of my heart without him, and I am inclined to pursue the understanding of my Treasure more and more. Knowledge of the mercy of God leads me to know that I am undeserving of anything good, which makes HIM the goodness of it all, therefore all the more to be worshiped. Knowledge of the grace of God leaves me in awe of His kindness toward me, the undeserving of undeserving.
More and more I realize why I need the Gospel every single day: because although I am a believer in Christ, I fail to recognize the truths of the Word that show me who I am before God. I am one who has been rescued from death, forgiven for unspeakable sins against the holiness of God, and made to stand holy before the One who could judge but instead sees Jesus when he looks at me. There is no goodness in me; I did not cause this immeasurably awesome exchange - Jesus for me - to take place. My part in the story is to glorify my God with my life...the greatest honor in the world.
I really wanted the newspaper today. I am trying to save money for my family with coupons and specials - those are good things, right? But when my desire to be a good steward morphed into pride, I found myself entitled to this opportunity. And when I couldn't get the paper, I got upset. At Ben (because he was there, not because he did anything wrong). I hate to admit what a childish tantrum I threw (it was masked by adult-isms, but it would be so prideful to use the popular "I got my feelings hurt")....I am finding that sometimes public confession is a great teacher of humility. In the meantime, sometimes others learn or find encouragement.
But I digress. I tell this story in lieu of the definitions of grace and mercy. Mercy is God delivering us from what we deserve - the punishment of hell. Grace is God giving us everything besides hell (salvation, life, air, marriage, and the list goes on and on...). So by definition, anything that I have that is not hell is God's intense grace towards me. The only thing that I deserve in and of myself is hell. Period. Everything else is a gift from our gracious God. I still feel entitled to so many things that God has given (or has not yet given) to me as good gifts intended to show Him off as the good and gracious God that he is.
Things like health. Safety. The security of good opinions from others. We all have our own lists.
If I had an accurate view of God's mercy, I would not kick, fight, and scream for the things that I thought I deserved. Now, I was raised in a Christian home, I've been going to church all my life, and I know what the Word says about my salvation. I believe that my salvation is a result of the finished work on Christ on the cross, a free gift to me because the debt was paid with His sinless life. But if really understood God's mercy, I would LIVE so much differently. My actions, decisions, and RESPONSES to the unknown would look so much different.
I would respond to pain with trust, not with anger.
I would respond to grief by throwing myself at the feet of Comfort, instead of trying to make my heart impenetrable and hard.
I would respond to mistreatment with humility, not with bitterness.
I would respond to change with an expectant heart, not with the construction of fearful walls.
I would respond to personal failure with an understanding of my identity in Christ, not with self-pity and retreat into the darkness of my own personal wounds.
And all of this stems from an inaccurate understanding of the Gospel - what Jesus came for, how I fit into the picture, where this is all going. It is for his glory. God was glorified when I was shown mercy by the lovingkindness of Jesus Christ in his sacrifice for me. He is glorified when I suffer. He is glorified when I am unable to get my comfort, the new job, or the stupid newspaper.
This is so backwards to how my heart is inclined to approach not getting what I want. But I desire to know the mercy of God in a deeper way. Each day I see even more the depravity of my heart without him, and I am inclined to pursue the understanding of my Treasure more and more. Knowledge of the mercy of God leads me to know that I am undeserving of anything good, which makes HIM the goodness of it all, therefore all the more to be worshiped. Knowledge of the grace of God leaves me in awe of His kindness toward me, the undeserving of undeserving.
More and more I realize why I need the Gospel every single day: because although I am a believer in Christ, I fail to recognize the truths of the Word that show me who I am before God. I am one who has been rescued from death, forgiven for unspeakable sins against the holiness of God, and made to stand holy before the One who could judge but instead sees Jesus when he looks at me. There is no goodness in me; I did not cause this immeasurably awesome exchange - Jesus for me - to take place. My part in the story is to glorify my God with my life...the greatest honor in the world.
Monday, May 16, 2011
10 Lessons from ECU
1. Alarm clocks do not rub your back until you wake up (like mom did).
2. "I have a three and a half-octave vocal range. My mom was a choir director. MYYYY voice teacher thinks that I will be famous some day." (this person will not graduate with a job)
3. Walking alone at night at 3am may result in rape...oh wait, I knew that already.
4. You fail to sleep, you fail a test, you fail a class....very logical progression.
5. If a prof gives you a surprisingly poor grade in yoga and then promptly peaces out of the country....there may be something shady going on.
6. ECU boys are too shy to talk to a pretty girl in class, but they don't mind telling the whole student body how they feel about her via pirate rants.
7. It is not considered popular to be a white, conservative, 21-year-old music major who is also a wife and an "overachiever" at East Carolina University.
8. If you're cool, you party. If you party, you are likely to fail classes. If you fail classes, it is possible that it will take you approximately 5.5 years to graduate. If it takes you that long, you may become depressed and party some more. Lesson: it is not cool to be cool.
9. ECU students will do anything -- and I do mean anything -- for a free t-shirt.
10. You text, you drive, you die.
.....so proud to be a pirate. :)
2. "I have a three and a half-octave vocal range. My mom was a choir director. MYYYY voice teacher thinks that I will be famous some day." (this person will not graduate with a job)
3. Walking alone at night at 3am may result in rape...oh wait, I knew that already.
4. You fail to sleep, you fail a test, you fail a class....very logical progression.
5. If a prof gives you a surprisingly poor grade in yoga and then promptly peaces out of the country....there may be something shady going on.
6. ECU boys are too shy to talk to a pretty girl in class, but they don't mind telling the whole student body how they feel about her via pirate rants.
7. It is not considered popular to be a white, conservative, 21-year-old music major who is also a wife and an "overachiever" at East Carolina University.
8. If you're cool, you party. If you party, you are likely to fail classes. If you fail classes, it is possible that it will take you approximately 5.5 years to graduate. If it takes you that long, you may become depressed and party some more. Lesson: it is not cool to be cool.
9. ECU students will do anything -- and I do mean anything -- for a free t-shirt.
10. You text, you drive, you die.
.....so proud to be a pirate. :)
Saturday, May 7, 2011
At Last, My [Degree] Has Come Along =)
(for the record, the title of this blog post is borrowed from Etta James)
I have to say, these degrees has been a marathon for us! I have had senioritis for at least 20 months, but all of my coursework for my BM in Music Therapy is DONE, and I just have the internship in West Palm Beach to look forward to. The last 12 have been quite a feat for Ben as well; getting a Masters in 1 year is NOT for the faint of heart! He has 2 more classes this summer to finish that degree, but so far he has come through with determination, strength, a few all-nighters, and a 4.0!
Graduation day was amazing; second to our wedding day, it was probably the best day ever. We enjoyed some great family time, ate some great food, and celebrated a great milestone together. We started the party out with a brunch at Rachel's house; we ate good food and visited with sweet friends and family. I felt more relaxed than I have in a VERY long time; it was so nice to sit and drink coffee without having a laundry list of tasks sitting in the back of my brain. I also felt incredibly loved by my sister, mother, mother-in-law, and the rest of the people who were there to celebrate with us; one of the things that I have been working on recently is learning to let people love me and not feel guilty about it. I think that yesterday I was finally able to completely let go and enjoy being "waited on" and loved by my family. It was a sweet time. Here are some pics from the brunch!
My sisters, mom, and Nanny (mom's mom)
My parents
Ben's parents
From the brunch we went on to ECU for my School of Music departmental graduation ceremony. I was blessed to be able to sing with the vocal ensemble that provided a special piece as well as the alma mater (someone MUST do something about our horrible alma mater!). I was also given the opportunity to address the ECU School of Music Class of 2011; what a great opportunity to praise and challenge the people whom I have worked alongside for the past 4 years as students of the art of music! It was such a great feeling to hear the words I've been working for: "Sarah Joy Fortney Sparrow, Bachelor of Music in Music Therapy." Wooohooooo!!!! (the only better words that I've heard were, "I now pronounce you man and wife!"). Yes, it was an awesome day. Here are some more pics that we took after the graduation ceremony.
The whole group!
Parents again =)
Sweet friends Vicki Eyre and Betty Jo "Grandma" Jones
Sparrow Family
Happy Sparrows: we are so glad to be wrapping up the "student" phase of our life together!!! :)
My life would not be complete without these 2 crazyheads. :)
So that's our gradauation day in a nutshell. We stayed away from the University Graduation and the College of Education (Ben's) graduations, which were both 3 hrs long and we had little emotional connection to either. :) We ended the day with a great dinner at Winslow's tavern and some tea-drinking with the sisters Fortney, as well as an appropriate bedtime (we can do this all the time now -- yay!).
It was a great day indeed.
I have to say, these degrees has been a marathon for us! I have had senioritis for at least 20 months, but all of my coursework for my BM in Music Therapy is DONE, and I just have the internship in West Palm Beach to look forward to. The last 12 have been quite a feat for Ben as well; getting a Masters in 1 year is NOT for the faint of heart! He has 2 more classes this summer to finish that degree, but so far he has come through with determination, strength, a few all-nighters, and a 4.0!
Graduation day was amazing; second to our wedding day, it was probably the best day ever. We enjoyed some great family time, ate some great food, and celebrated a great milestone together. We started the party out with a brunch at Rachel's house; we ate good food and visited with sweet friends and family. I felt more relaxed than I have in a VERY long time; it was so nice to sit and drink coffee without having a laundry list of tasks sitting in the back of my brain. I also felt incredibly loved by my sister, mother, mother-in-law, and the rest of the people who were there to celebrate with us; one of the things that I have been working on recently is learning to let people love me and not feel guilty about it. I think that yesterday I was finally able to completely let go and enjoy being "waited on" and loved by my family. It was a sweet time. Here are some pics from the brunch!
My sisters, mom, and Nanny (mom's mom)
My parents
Ben's parents
From the brunch we went on to ECU for my School of Music departmental graduation ceremony. I was blessed to be able to sing with the vocal ensemble that provided a special piece as well as the alma mater (someone MUST do something about our horrible alma mater!). I was also given the opportunity to address the ECU School of Music Class of 2011; what a great opportunity to praise and challenge the people whom I have worked alongside for the past 4 years as students of the art of music! It was such a great feeling to hear the words I've been working for: "Sarah Joy Fortney Sparrow, Bachelor of Music in Music Therapy." Wooohooooo!!!! (the only better words that I've heard were, "I now pronounce you man and wife!"). Yes, it was an awesome day. Here are some more pics that we took after the graduation ceremony.
The whole group!
Parents again =)
Sweet friends Vicki Eyre and Betty Jo "Grandma" Jones
Sparrow Family
Happy Sparrows: we are so glad to be wrapping up the "student" phase of our life together!!! :)
My life would not be complete without these 2 crazyheads. :)
So that's our gradauation day in a nutshell. We stayed away from the University Graduation and the College of Education (Ben's) graduations, which were both 3 hrs long and we had little emotional connection to either. :) We ended the day with a great dinner at Winslow's tavern and some tea-drinking with the sisters Fortney, as well as an appropriate bedtime (we can do this all the time now -- yay!).
It was a great day indeed.
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