this weekend my 2 day pass felt more like a sentence to the solitary confinement of my moddled mind.
but after the darkness, doubt, and plenty of downtime, a new day restored hope.
and even in times of turmoil, peace and beauty can be found.
like when miss bit and i turned bare barbies into fashionistas with stencils and markers...she squealed when she took a risk with a bold color or a daring design and aha-ed excitedly, "anything is possible in fashion!"
or like when t. bone and i took a long, scenic, sunday driver's route to pick up hubby from the airport and chatted the whole way.
i have discovered that we have the best conversations when we are one on one in the car and he is my captive, solo audience.
and like when the grandparents brought my girl all the way home from her weekend stay with them and also brought with them a beautiful, thoughtful blessing bracelet for me.
or like playing a fast game of scrabble with my man...no time for laboring over lexicons and yet i still lost.
and like watching miss bit get her hair wrapped, weaved in new curlers by her dad cuz' we both know that he has more patience than i do...bless him.
or like when we sat down for the first family dinner in at least 7 days to toast grandpa vic who would celebrate 95 this week...the littles never knew him, and yet they know him - the dead are very much alive in our house.
we enjoyed his famous beef stew with mashed potatoes, and then convened for apple crisp with vanilla bean ice cream and amazing race.
he made pie, but i don't.
having hubby home was a huge, healing, happy relief.
being all together made most things right.
but after the darkness, doubt, and plenty of downtime, a new day restored hope.
and even in times of turmoil, peace and beauty can be found.
like when miss bit and i turned bare barbies into fashionistas with stencils and markers...she squealed when she took a risk with a bold color or a daring design and aha-ed excitedly, "anything is possible in fashion!"
or like when t. bone and i took a long, scenic, sunday driver's route to pick up hubby from the airport and chatted the whole way.
i have discovered that we have the best conversations when we are one on one in the car and he is my captive, solo audience.
and like when the grandparents brought my girl all the way home from her weekend stay with them and also brought with them a beautiful, thoughtful blessing bracelet for me.
or like playing a fast game of scrabble with my man...no time for laboring over lexicons and yet i still lost.
and like watching miss bit get her hair wrapped, weaved in new curlers by her dad cuz' we both know that he has more patience than i do...bless him.
or like when we sat down for the first family dinner in at least 7 days to toast grandpa vic who would celebrate 95 this week...the littles never knew him, and yet they know him - the dead are very much alive in our house.
we enjoyed his famous beef stew with mashed potatoes, and then convened for apple crisp with vanilla bean ice cream and amazing race.
he made pie, but i don't.
having hubby home was a huge, healing, happy relief.
being all together made most things right.
good-bye weekend...goodnight.
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