And just like that it’s November.
Crazy time is doing its thing of dragging and flying by simultaneously.
The first quarter of school is behind, another year of Halloween costume fun is over, and I have still not mastered the art of not keeping up, ever.
Somewhere inside, I continue to cling to the illusion that I will get my act together instead of being okay with the untogetherness of it all and taking life one day at a time.
In the moments, there are glimpses of goodness. I forget that.
This month leading up to Thanksgiving, I am going to try to glimpse the goodness in my days and share it.
Not perfection. Just goodness.
I will practice thanksgiving.
Grateful for the goodness of littles who chose costumes reflecting their individuality. My princess was content with a dress-up-clothes-bin costume, my orphan was low-maintenance in her pillowcase with felt-patches costume, and my chipmunk was as unique as ever in her brown clothes and hat assembled from Gift and Thrift with felt stripes on her back. Notice the ears on the hat. She worked to sew them on.
Grateful for grace from the bigs who remember trick-or-treating once or twice. Grateful to be walking in freedom.