Early spring
The windows are open. The house is cool, the air is fresh, and everything just looks better. Phil got it so very wrong, apparently, because we're basking in springness. The daffodils and pear trees in their bold, blossomy glory seem not at all bothered by their shortened rest.
Brandon's basketball season with its disappointments and stress has ended, and how eternally thankful we are to have him back with us. His birthday is this week, and for the first time in my life I have made an entirely from scratch chocolate cake. With entirely from scratch glaze-style icing. It's immaculate, and he is more than worth it.
Trey has been nominated for the gifted program at school. He is growing and changing and finding his place.
Aden scored fourteen points in his basketball game last Saturday. Like a boss. He is amazing.
I walked a mile over lunch at work yesterday. Breathing deep the vitamin D and fighting hard against my screaming calves and tush. It was the most alive I have felt in a very long time.
Even as everything is looking so positive, my heart isn't exactly keeping up. The February Funk, which I didn't actually recognize as a thing until going back through several Februarys on the blog to find that I don't handle February well.
Some things are the same. Some aren't. Trey and I continue to have difficulty coexisting. Noise in my life seems to be drowning out words that I so desperately need to hear from the Lord. The loss of the two closest friendships I have had for most of my adult life is starting to take its toll. I have so much to remember that there isn't space in my head for any of it.
But the windows are open.
I'm so thankful for the blessings the Lord is pouring out on us at this phase of life. The mercy found in seventy-degree days and fluttering curtains. My heart will catch up. As will my writing.
Until then.
The desert and the parched land will be glad;
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;
It will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
Isaiah 35:1-2
Brandon's basketball season with its disappointments and stress has ended, and how eternally thankful we are to have him back with us. His birthday is this week, and for the first time in my life I have made an entirely from scratch chocolate cake. With entirely from scratch glaze-style icing. It's immaculate, and he is more than worth it.
Trey has been nominated for the gifted program at school. He is growing and changing and finding his place.
Aden scored fourteen points in his basketball game last Saturday. Like a boss. He is amazing.
I walked a mile over lunch at work yesterday. Breathing deep the vitamin D and fighting hard against my screaming calves and tush. It was the most alive I have felt in a very long time.
Even as everything is looking so positive, my heart isn't exactly keeping up. The February Funk, which I didn't actually recognize as a thing until going back through several Februarys on the blog to find that I don't handle February well.
Some things are the same. Some aren't. Trey and I continue to have difficulty coexisting. Noise in my life seems to be drowning out words that I so desperately need to hear from the Lord. The loss of the two closest friendships I have had for most of my adult life is starting to take its toll. I have so much to remember that there isn't space in my head for any of it.
But the windows are open.
I'm so thankful for the blessings the Lord is pouring out on us at this phase of life. The mercy found in seventy-degree days and fluttering curtains. My heart will catch up. As will my writing.
Until then.
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;
It will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
Isaiah 35:1-2
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