This will be short, and somewhat sweet. The last 7 weeks have flown, and dragged by at the same time. Wrap your head around that. I had the longest cold of my life, which turned out to be 6 weeks of bronchitis. Six weeks of trying to be well, six weeks of doing housework, traveling…doing my best to get on with it, and then finally realizing , after chest x-rays that I just needed to sleep for several days if I wanted to be healthy. So, I did.
My best friend moved to California. That’s a biggie. I wasn’t sad, handled the news quite well. The trouble with that…I was in shock. I think I am coming to terms with it now. I knew that she was an adventurer when I chose to love her. Now there are rivers, and roads between us, but that’s nothing.
Manchild started high school. I got in the car after orientation and cried. He thinks I am a lunatic. I can confirm it….I am. Sometimes, you catch a glimpse of how fast life moves, and it overwhelms you. I remember his first day of kindergarten. Nothing has changed, he walked away from me, and waved. He was fine. Still is.
Isabelle is a seventh grader. I used to get so offended when my husband would say that I had used up all my words for the day. Now I understand. Apparently, Isabelle is a mini-me. She has a lot of things to say. She brings me joy in the most frustrating , and beautiful way. Okay, just got a phone call from a mom that I carpool with telling me how much she loves Isabelle. Thank you Lord. You are good. She is a treasure.
Isaiah went back to school this year. He is a fifth grader at a new school, and he is doing great ! It was his choice. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. But love is stronger than fear, and I love him so much that it makes me crazy. His strength is amazing. He is a mystery in so many ways.
We are all growing, and stretching.