You know. The kind that come out as barely a mental whisper as my head hits the pillow and my body sighs into the kind of numbness brought on by exhaustion and emotional fullness…
- Health and wholeness. Hormone balance.
- Kids who get to know You personally one day and still like You.
- All the mommies. Sanity. Grace. Creativity.
- John. Work. Less stress. More hair. No heart attacks.
- Oh yeah, and thanks. For everything. I love You.
This August, John and I will hit the decade milestone for how long we’ve known each other. We will also celebrate our 9th marriage anniversary. (Wedding anniversary? How do you say that?)
It is a weird and wonderful comfort that exists in living with the same person for so long. I obviously haven’t had it since childhood. And I didn’t get to choose those people.
My back-to-school supply shopping has officially begun.
You might see me as the kind of mom who prints off all the lists, organizes them, and then takes one trip to Walmart or Target and knocks it out in one child-free evening the week before school starts.
We close on our new house this Thursday.
Everyone keeps asking when we are moving.
“Sometime after May 8th,” I keep responding.
Normally something as enormous as packing up a four-bedroom house and moving (even three miles away) would be ridiculously stressful to me. You know me. I can hardly take my entire family on a road trip to Tennessee without planning out the packing situation for days in advance. (Don’t even get me started on airplane travel.)
It seems the weather has me inspired to write.
I’m keeping track of the progress of my new little hobby and writing all about it. If you want to keep up you can find my first entry here:
Garden Journal Entry #1: Container Garden Plans
I know it is dorky, but I obviously don’t care at this point. Enjoy.