However after a good run, the honeymoon ended this week. So now it is time to really hunker down and create these new days for us. Lots of resistance, buckets full of, "I'm not doing that." But for every moment of, "No!", there were moments of cooperation and recognition of scalene triangles.
It is difficult to do this in a small town and not feel like there hasn't been a schism formed. We live in a neighborhood where everyone walks to school and we do not live on a farm with a sibling hiding in every cozy corner. We bring Fiona to her first grade class, where she gleefully skips through the door, and then the two of us turn around and make our way home again. It is lovely most days, but also eerily quiet on others.
But I am thankful for the return of my little buddy. I am thankful for our trips to the Asian food market where we come home with things we have never seen before, and ingredients to make dumplings. I am thankful for our history studies that taught us a tad bit more about John Smith, so that we happened upon the news yesterday at the library, that he is said to have come ashore in Cohasset, MA four hundred years ago this late summer. Tomorrow, this town next door will be staging a reenactment of Smith's landing. I am not sure we would have caught this opportunity had we not changed our path, and that feels slightly affirming to me.