These are the days of our life...
Rising from bed well behind the sun, spooning oats with cinnamon to warm our sluggish engines.
Squeezing in tight on the couch for math, hoping the answers slip from brain to paper.
Asking a sister to join in her play, knowing two imaginations are better than one.
Slipping out at noon to the gym, grateful for the hour of (ironically) respite.
Bellyflopping on mama's bed, discovering new friends tucked between turning pages.
Choosing joy when sorrow threatens, refusing to go down to the pit...again.
Reading this while laying beside my husband, deciding together how to live and love more like Jesus.
Supermodeling for the eyes that watch me, desiring to show them a better way.
Calling up a dear, old friend, lending her my prayers for circumstances that demand supernatural intervention.
Quoting movie lines here, there, and everywhere, wondering why they can remember enitre scripts after one viewing but not their multiplication tables.
Letting go of perfection, enjoying the good enoughs.
Shedding fear of what others think of me, accepting who I am and who I was made to be.
Creating moments and spaces of beauty and joy, enjoying now, here, them, this....
