Family Photos

Every family values its own history, and pictures are a good way to preserve a specific moment in time. Over the years Nate and I dragged our kids to so many photographers’ studios our rooms could have been papered with the pictures. One dinner guest said, “You don’t have any art on your walls, only pictures of your kids.” But that was art to us.

We also loved “artwork” from other families, and Christmas cards were the best source. I’ve saved every photo card ever sent to our home, and each one is mounted in the albums.

Our own Christmas cards always included a photograph, despite every single photo shoot being difficult. I would work hard putting outfits together to coordinate everybody, but no one seemed to appreciate it. I remember the year I bought four matching sweaters, one for each of our boys. As we walked from the car to the studio, Nelson said, “Don’t ask me to wear twin stuff like this again. I feel like a freak.” Despite the opposition, we kept at it.

When looking at photos of other peoples families, I’m convinced (despite smiles and an orderly arrangement) that each picture represents a great deal of parental effort and family tension. The more people in the picture, the harder the task.

Over 37 years of picture-taking, our kids have long-since accepted the ordeal of family photographs. Although they always objected, in the end everybody would cooperate. But since Nate died, we’ve all gained a fresh appreciation for picture-taking. When we look at the photo we took last October, our last with Nate, we’re exceedingly thankful for it. As we assembled to take that shot, we knew it’d be our last opportunity to picture our family with him, and there wasn’t a single objection. I love looking at that picture. Despite the heavy heart beneath every smile, including Nate’s, it’s a treasure.

These days photo-taking has changed dramatically because of digital cameras. Pictures come easily and have less value than in the past. What hasn’t changed, however, is a desire to somehow preserve relationships or encapsulating a moment by taking family pictures.

This year at Afterglow there was no opposition to the family photo idea, even though it was a challenge with five babies and their non-synced sleep-schedules. But this time all of us have been impacted by how tentative life can be, and none of us can say if the family might change dramatically before we get a chance to take another picture. And when it does change, will it be an addition or a subtraction? We don’t know that, either.

Jesus holds the keys to life… and death. He’s in charge, not us, and he hasn’t guaranteed tomorrow. So while we’re busy making the most of today, we should take lots of pictures.

“His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation.” (Luke 1:50)

Home Again

It’s always a delight to go away, and always a joy to return home. Our family ranks have thinned after driving most of the day in three vehicles to leave vacation-mentality behind and get back to the routine.

Our England family will spend tonight flying over the Atlantic, crossing back over six time zones to undo what they worked so hard to do last week. Birgitta is back at her university, and our Florida family will leave Friday to fly south. The rest of them will be back at their jobs tomorrow morning, and our vacation will officially be over. All good things must come to an end.

Tonight everyone is tired. Sitting in a car all day (and stopping for greasy meals) brings a feeling of sluggishness. But of course there was unloading, sorting through debris, and the inevitable questions: “Did we unpack the coffee yet? Has anyone seen my camera cord? Where are my keys?”

But extraordinary memories have been made… lots of them. At dinner last night, still in the Northwoods, we recounted a few highlights of our week together. Lots of fishing, including a couple of big ones that got away. Beautiful scenery outside every window. A mirror-like lake, reflecting colorful leaves. Babies, babies, babies! Laughter galore. Simple meals. Good golf. Stimulating conversation. And my favorite, family harmony.

I am bowled over by my children and their winsome ways with each other. What a pleasure to see each tending to the needs of the others. Tasks were shared, and I didn’t witness one incident of friction. How is this possible with 15 people living in close quarters for seven days?

I give the credit to Nate. (1) He originally found Afterglow Lake and established the annual tradition of vacationing in northern Wisconsin. (2) Being there this week evolved only as a result of his death. (3) He was a tireless promoter of family togetherness. (4) His provision for us paid this week’s bills. (5) We “heard” him frequently as we quoted him, retold his stories and shared favorite memories.

As the week went by, over and over again the kids said, “Thanks, Mom, for providing this trip for all of us.”

But the accurate response was, “Papa provided it, not me.”

This week I gave each of the kids a copy of Randy Alcorn’s book HEAVEN, and their readings from it prompted interesting and inviting discussion about Nate’s “vacation” to paradise. Knowing God had that joyous “trip” ready for Nate exactly when he needed it and also has it prepared for the rest of us gets us excited to go.

Heaven will be superior to any earthly vacation imaginable, and we won’t even have to pack for it. Better than that is we won’t have to unpack or do piles of laundry or wonder where everything is at the end of the journey, because there will be no end.

This trip will last forever!

“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” (Psalm 16:11)

A Healthy, Happy Husband

As we’ve moved through our last vacation day at Afterglow, I’ve missed my husband. When our family used to travel from home in years past, Nate wasn’t just my spouse. He was my same-age buddy, a pal, someone I could talk to and share with, knowing he’d see things from my same-age perspective.

Today for example, our last chance to pursue Northwoods activities, my vote was to travel 20 minutes into Upper Michigan to revisit the spectacular Bond Falls, but with the complication of baby naps and the guys wanting to fish, there were no takers. But if Nate had been here, he’d have gone with me.

This week of family time has brought several unexpected jolts related to the problem of not having Nate with me as a vacationing peer. Last night as we finished a late dinner, I watched and listened to our adult kids talking, laughing, moving in and out of topics, and suddenly I felt like a fifth wheel. It was a quick flash of, “I’m the odd-man-out here.”

I know the kids weren’t thinking like that, but as I looked around the table, my mental status made a major shift from co-parent to single mom, something that hadn’t occurred to me yet. And it felt awkward. Although the label “single mom” is accurate, it doesn’t dictate I’m now a fifth wheel around my children.

I miss my partner a great deal, especially at our shared vacation place. But would I have wanted him here this past week with piercing back pain, struggling to maintain his composure with crying babies and crazy schedules?

Would Nate have been able to cope with sleeping in a set of bunk beds as I have this week? Would he have been ok with the two young families using the two bigger bedrooms?

Would I have been glad he was with us if he’d had the cancer death sentence hanging over his head and ours?

“No” to all of the above.

The Nate I’ve been missing was the one who stacked all our vacation debris on a makeshift trailer and towed it behind a station wagon for 350 miles each summer. I missed the guy who taught the kids to bait a hook, cast a line, reel in a fish and fry it in a pound of butter. I longed for the man who’d been happy to ride double on a horse with a toddler, triple on a motorcycle with two pre-schoolers and who’d run off the high dive like he was a kid himself.

But that man, that pal, that father… can’t be here.

The bottom line, as always, is that our family scenario worked out this way because God orchestrated it as such. But I trusted him back when Nate was healthy and happy at Afterglow, and I’m trusting him now.

After all, Nate is, indeed, healthy and happy again. He’s just not at Afterglow Lake.

“Let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.” (Romans 12:2)