So we have an extra day.
I think that’s nice.
And I actually can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.
It’s a normal day.
Up early, packed lunches, sorted backpacks, kissed foreheads.
I have coconut yellow curry in the crockpot.
It smells so good. And I am fully aware no one is going to be excited about it.
(I’m trying to expand their palates. It’s a painful process.)
Snow was falling this morning so Andy took my car.
Leaving me stranded at the house.
(I don’t drive the bus).
And I sort of love being stranded at the house.
The Water Team is growing and getting louder.
Which means the capacity for impact is growing.
I still need you…so you know…the form.
It’s going to be fun. Promise.
Laundry is going. It smells like lavender.
Struggling friends and family race constantly through my mind.
Forcing prayers and reminders to surrender.
We really are not in control.
It’s scary. And yet freeing.
I could not love my husband more.
I’m enjoying our growing kids.
But there’s an extra day this year…
I’m just taking it in.