Amazed that Bronwen can climb all the way up the stairs. And she does it with gusto.
In love with the curly hair forming at the nape of her neck.
Psyched that I can run 10 miles again.
Grateful for an incredible bunch of running buddies.
Amused listening to Jillson and Madelyn playing in the bathtub. “It’s your BATHtism! I bathtize you in the name of the father, and the son, and the holy spirit! No, I bathtize YOU!”
Listening to classics on Audible. Tenant of Wildfeld Hall.
Also reading Praying for Sheetrock.
Tired of election coverage.
Managing arguments, tears, turns.
Savoring giggles and hugs. Madelyn came running back to the house from a play date next door, threw open the door, sprinted over to me, breathless, gave me a hug, said "I love you!" and sprinted back over to her play date.
Finished with a project for a friend: 200 thank you cards to insert with t-shirts she sold for her husband's memorial fund.
Helping Jillson--just a little--as she reads Magic Tree House to me. Love.
Annoyed when I think too hard about Halloween. Trying to get into it for the sake of the kids.
Worried about surviving another RLBT. Hope is always there, but it is tempered with the fear that comes from watching the reality of loss. She said: sometimes I can’t breathe when I remember that I will never be able to talk to him again.
Humbled. Holding on tightly. Digging in.