Nearly 12 years into marriage, 5 kids, a B.A., & 8 years of paying a mortgage, I think I am may know the answer to that question, at least for myself.
I have thought about you dear reader for the past month & a half. I have thought about this blog, I have thought about writing.
I have thought about time spent doing the all the little life things, & mom things, wife things, friend things, & church things. I have wondered how it all is to be done.
At times I have shoved those thoughts into the back recesses of my mind, only focusing on the warmth of my two year old next to me as I read him Curious George Goes to the Zoo for the fifth time in a day.
At times I have pulled them out, one by one, polishing & shining each one to a glaring brilliance. I have thought &...
A practical lesson & a life lesson–don’t pick up glass bottles you don’t intend to buy, & especially don’t pick up glass bottles of expensive alcohol.
Also, glass breaks, wine stinks, & people can get hurt even when you don’t mean to hurt them.
We were in the check out line, waiting to make our purchase.
I had all 5 kids with me. It was late. There was a line. And inevitably, as a military store (because guns & alcohol are a great mix, right?) was a display of wine bottles & other alcohol products (all in glass, mind you) on either side of us.
Before I knew what hit me, there was a crash, lots of liquid everywhere, broken glass, a lady’s gasp (not me, but the woman in front of me holding her toddler), & Salem, my 5 year old, standing there looking horrified.
As a chronic, prototypical overachiever wannabe, I think it has something to do with that constant voice in our heads telling us that we must be ever striving, ever climbing upwards. The constant motion around us does nothing to help us in that regard.
Last year, before we left San Antonio (Texas), we went to this great place–a nature reserve in Cibolo about an hours drive from our house.
Lots of trees, a creek, grassy meadows. The kinda place where quiet means birds tweeting, & crickets chirping. No technology, no traffic, none of the constant reminders that you must be doing, doing, doing.
Joseph & I & the kids spent the afternoon hiking around & playing in the river.
It was one of those memories that pans in & out of mind, & reminds me what I love most in...