These are the days of…
hot tea to combat cold winter weather. I’m on my sixth cup as I type.
reading The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane. My husband and I are close to fighting over who gets to read it at the boys’ bedtime. It’s that good.
a four year old who narrates the world and his entire existence in it. At times adorable, at time maddening. He also starts over if he’s interrupted. At the beginning of his paragraph. I’m not making this up. (Please don’t interrupt him. Please.)
Transition. My church moved locations, my husband is entering his last semester of grad school, my children are changing every day. So many new things on the horizon. I waffle between wanting to throw my arms open in anticipation and wanting to throw up.
basket time. We have a basket full of the books we need to do memory work and reading for homeschool. Listening to my son recite poetry and Psalm 23 and the Apostle’s Creed is always a high point. Why didn’t I memorize these things when I was little? Instead I know all the words to Billy Joel’s best songs.
epic Monopoly games. We set it up almost every night, my biggest “versing” (versus) his father/the four year old “versing” me. We play with intensity, then mark down on the white board where everyone is and put our properties and money in designated envelopes. When things are really intense, we set it all back up before breakfast for a few rounds too. I hope my children remember this with fondness.
hard things. I have some friends and some family members who are facing hard things, and I face these with them in solidarity, although not in the same way as they must. Illness, children who are ill, loss, the breaking apart of things that were meant to be permanent. Was life this complicated when I was little? I pray my children see us live a complicated life depending on God and also that they are protected enough to not see much of the complications, yet.
cold feet. I wish I could hold my tea cup with my feet.
intention. I can’t articulate how or why but intention is my word this year. Each day I choose an intention. Today it was to live with compassion toward all those I interacted with. Life is different when I have an intention.