It came and went.
The week I had been looking forward to for months arrived, flew by, and left in its wake a mess in every sense of the word. Physically and emotionally wrung, with household chaos all around (read piles of laundry and unmopped floors) and mingled memories of sweetness and struggle, nothing went my way. Everything went the way it was supposed to.
Four children, eager to fill their days with fun. One mama who isn’t the fun type. Lots of lessons to learn in planning, patience, and grace. I’m glad that there are lots of little teachers in my life.
Four not-so-littles dug out swimsuits, and one mama found the bin of towels in the basement after much searching and a phonecall to Daddy. So what if the bin was blue and not green like he thought? (Jehovah-Jireh!)
Another day. A cross-country visit from an aunt. A beautiful yellow egg that was black by the end of the morning. A friend who was there with her child asking, Oh, are you here on a field trip with your class?
Because an excursion with my kids kind of does look like a field trip to the untrained eye. (Unlike my friend, Davene, who is a legit homeschool mom who does REAL field trips with her children!)
Yes, there was this moment, and I had to be okay with it being short and sweet. Moments grabbed by just the two (or three, because someone had to take the picture) of us were all we got this time.
There was this cutie to meet and sniff and snuggle. We were watching you and Steve during Sunday School with the baby and thinking that you will make such cute grandparents. That we will. Totes adorbs. Just not yet!
The highlight of spring not-so-much-of-a-break was the bridal shower of my firstborn. She was celebrated well by many who love her.
After a full, fun week of family and friends, it was time to pack it all up and resume normal life Monday morning.
It’s never normal. There is always lots of life.