My psyche feels at bit at odds with itself. I will spare us long winded introspective babble, of which I have plenty, and will summarize with the notion that I had to dig deep into the smallest of every day graces to find contentment this week. It was a week of survival and decisions to keep it together on the inside and the outside. There were highlights, like when a friend invited the kids and I over for a mid-week meal and gave Myles a copy of the new Nathan Hale book. Amazing.
And when my niece arrived for a few night stay, bringing a fresh breeze of two and a half year old enthusiasm.
And we did make a barn that has inspired hours of play, thanks to this link my dad sent.
But overall life was such hard work. Nothing comes easy, as they say. And I can't seem to remember this going from one moment to the next. It is educating me as a constant rate of speed.