As Paul Revere rode through the countryside announcing the arrival of the British Troops he struck up fear and called the men of the colonies to arms. Today, I run through the house borrowing the words of Mr. Revere. I’m calling out, “The British Are Coming; The British Are Coming…” but these words are met with a much different response. It is not a call to fear and defense it is a call to relax. It is a call which warrants the cheering and jumping of my toddler. One which makes her scream and dance with joy.
Today as these words echo through my home I am not announcing the advance of a tyrannical group of men, but rather the arrival of my dearly loved and admired mother-in-law. Now, before you think I am likening my MIL to the forces of the British Troops who sought to stamp out the independence of the colonies, please know that I am only jesting. I’m a history nerd who oftentimes misrepresents historical events for my own amusement.
My mother-in-law currently lives in Eastleigh, England. She is a nursery worker and she does a fabulous job in this profession. She is a kind-hearted British woman and every moment I get to spend with her is a blessing. This week happens to be the Pumpkin Show, a famous festival in my hometown. For years my MIL has been wanting to attend the Pumpkin Show so in an act of spontaneity she booked a flight this week and is arriving later today. I’m really looking forward to a week off of work with my family and MIL. There are so many wonderful and fun things that the Pumpkin Show brings every year and so I am looking forward to sharing those things with her.
Now, it’s off to finish setting up the Guest Bedroom.
“The British Are Coming; The British Are Coming!”