“The first of the season,” Jared said, as he presented me with a flower a few minutes ago: He never forgets the first one of the season. We don’t have many yard flowers at the moment. In Iowa, the lady who owned our house before us had a yard full of flowers. He presented me with flowers from the yard near daily. At our Villa Rica house, it was the occasional rose from the Confederate Rose plant, the only one that survived of the batch I insisted we plant one year. It doesn’t matter what the flower is. If there is one, he’ll find it. Today, Feb. 3, the first one of the season, for me. From him. I’m a lucky girl.
The sun is rising and that makes me think of the promise of the new day today. I have my coffee, the house is quiet, I have time to think. I have some music playing. It’s pretty great. I often get upset with myself over so many things, but one of those things is not being disciplined enough. For example, our house is perpetually messier than I like and we always have piles of laundry waiting to be done. When I really stop to think, though, what just the past five years have been like– when I stop to think how we’ve just been in survival mode for so much of that time– I am sometimes able to cut myself a little bit of a break. And, when I am gentler on myself, I find myself willing to think about getting a little more disciplined. Funny how that works. After all, change doesn’t happen all at once, does it? I know this in theory, yet my impatience gets the best of me more often than not and that impatience paralyzes me from making even the smallest of changes. When I stop to be nicer in my thoughts to myself, it’s […]
I am thankful so for my children and my husband. They light up my life like none other. These two boys in the photo above have had a rough go of it over the past year, in getting ready and welcoming their new baby brother. They have handled it with a grace and ease that– well, I have no idea where it came from. It certainly didn’t come from me. Their daddy has been the steadying force for them in this turbulent past year. Graceful, brilliant, sweet-hearted, kind, funny….these are all qualities I am proud to say my children have and I cannot claim credit for any of it. It’s just who they are. I love them. I love all three of my children very, very dearly. Porter wants to be an astro-chemist, as he says, when he grows up. He loves both chemistry and astronomy so he wants to combine both. He loves to sing and dance and he absolutely loves to read. He’s been singing Christmas carols for us for weeks already. Liam loves to dance and he loves to laugh. He has the best sense of humor of anyone I have ever known, I think. He’s becoming […]