i slept great last night.
eight solid hours of sleep.
at just before seven this morning i opened my eyes, rolled over, checked the time and nearly burst into tears of joy.
i had nearly zero brain fog and,
at just after ten p.m., i’m ready to go to bed.
enjoying some strawberries first though.
after church we had friends over for lunch as a ‘thank you’ for helping us move.
i love having friends over like this.
and they love coming over.
for nearly three years i couldn’t really have people over.
the first year after losing our house we lived with my parents and, though they encouraged us having people over,
it was still their house.
the second year we lived in a one thousand square foot apartment.
four of us.
with a giant quilting machine.
we barely had room to breathe let alone entertain.
the third year was better, however, the apartment complex we lived in (though beautiful) really wasn’t child friendly.
and the girls room was small.
but today was heaven.
the women in the kitchen making food.
the men doing men-stuff.
the kids running around like wild banshees.
their shrieks and joyous laughter made my heart sing.
and sharing a meal with them at our dining room table.
i can’t say enough ‘thank you’s’ to God.
he knows how my heart feels.
he knows what i want to say but can’t find the words to articulate.
even cleaning dishes isn’t so burdensome when ones heart is so light.
after they left we had dinner and then headed off to a birthday party.
a skating birthday party.
chloe chose in-line skates.
abi chose roller skates.
these photos say it all.
fun was had.
(sorry for the poor quality…i discovered my iphone takes great photos when objects or people being photographed are standing still.)
and as i watched them learn how to balance and move without falling down i realized that i often feel like that.
this crazy ride i’m on is like putting wheels on my feet for the first time.
the process of moving without really knowing what to do, what to anticipate or how to react takes a lot of time and energy.
but look at those smiles!!
(all right…so chloe isn’t exactly smiling…but when she recovered her smile was HUGE!)
i’ve felt that way quite a bit over the last five-ish years.
smiling through my days.
proud of conquering though i didn’t know what i was doing.
so now i’m going to go off to bed knowing that though life seems to go faster and faster and completely out of control i can stop, take a break and breathe.
even when velocity causes me to stop against my own will.
at least i’m stopped.
once the blisters heal, the bruises fade and only the memory of the thrill remains
i will be up and skating again.