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My husband and I are coming up on 10 years together. We're going through a specific season of less compatibility so when our local flower shop's delivery truck pulled up to our house on Valentine's Day, my heart skipped a beat. I was sure it was a mistake because in all our years together he has never sent me flowers on Valentine's Day; and I'm so glad. When I saw these flowers, they took my breath away. My hands shook and my children couldn't understand that if I was so happy, why would I be crying?! I'm sure you all understand......these moments happen so rarely anymore. I've been focusing on the "seasons of life" a LOT lately, trying to justify how and a marriage that once was so peaceful, beautiful, fun, and admirable had become so worn and daunting and at such a quick pace. We love each other, this much we know. Right now, well, we just don't like each other. It's hard to be OK with that but alas......at the end of the day, if we can't speak to nicely to each other, at least we can say "I love you".
This past weekend was magical. We had family in from DC and boy, they sure know how to inject happiness and joy in a home that has been struggling to create their own. This table saw hours and hours of D&D prep, arts and crafts, games, long chats, lots of food, laughter, and happiness. It couldn't have been more perfect. Those few days pulled me out of my inner slump and helped direct my inner focus for Lent. As always, it's a work in progress.....
Homemade pretzels are always happy. We make them every Lent and it just worked out that it was the perfect time to share the experience with our family from out of town.
This isn't the best picture in the world but I was desperately trying to capture this moment before being beckoned to the nursery where the baby kept waking from all the laughter. Our home is rather small (approx. 1000 sq. ft.). Our living room space is about 8'x15' and we somehow fit 9 adults and 6 kids in for a seriously hysterical game of, well.....I don't remember. It was a made up game but all I know is that there was SO MUCH LAUGHTER!!! I spent a majority of the time listening from afar as I worked on keeping our baby to sleep......the laughter that echoed down the hall was so purifying. It warmed my heart so deeply......
What is very real this week is that our eldest has turned 13. We have officially entered the teenage years. For a long time it was just me and him. We were buddies, I was young, we went everywhere together. I very rarely left him with anyone, unless I had to work. My son, my first true love......he never ceases to amaze me with his grace and nobility. He is so stinkin' smart!! He pushes me when I don't dare be pushed but in the end, I've always learned something. He is my greatest teacher. He reminds me of my better self and who I am really meant to be. He is my snuggler, my personal comedian, my taster in the kitchen. I've thanked my God above every night since he was born for having him come to me because in all honesty, his life saved mine.