MIA Among Other Things

It's been a long few weeks. I find myself sitting down at the computer to record the days of our lives, but when my fingers touch the keys, I can't seem to string the words together in a way that justly defines the life that we are living.

No, nothing big or different from what we normally do, just...complex. In that way that raising a family is complex. In that way that homeschooling three children and keeping a toddler entertained and trying to roll with the schedule changes of a newborn is complex. In that way that life, glorious and blessed, is complex.

I'm finding the need to hold on to my little people stronger. The need to sit with them for a little bit longer on the couch, hug them a little closer, dance a little more, and tell them how thankful I am that the Lord loaned them to me.

In direct juxtaposition (don't you just love that word?), I have weird urges to get the house pristine clean, finish all my decorating projects, and sit at my sewing machine to churn out imperfect 'things'.

You'd think I was nesting. Like third-trimester-nesting.

Honestly though, I think its just that I've contracted some sort of weird mid-mid-life reckoning disease.

So until my fingers find a way to over-ride my brain and put words together, just look at pictures.


They're worth a thousand words, you know.