“Life happens for sure, but most of it is just the same thing every day with different weather and clothes.”
I read that on my friend Heather‘s blog. So true, so true.
In the respite from the busy-ness that the weekend affords me, thoughts along these lines have been a quiet melody in the back of my head, sort of like a soundtrack, if you will. No big deal, no mid-life crisis. Moreover, I do not imagine myself to have a Lifetime Soundtrack (though I think I used to imagine such things when I was a child and, just the other day, one of my children claimed one of the more raucous pieces of music that comes on the cd’s ordered through the mail by my husband to be his “theme song.” I’m not quite sure what that means); and, were I to have a Lifetime Soundtrack, I think I would be too busy to hear it.
But yesterday, More Than Once, in a day that wasn’t all that full, I Didn’t do the work that waited for me right that very minute, but stopped– just once or twice– to look at the light in my very own home. Once at around noon; once again at 3-ish– times when I am not usually at home these days. I just looked at it: the winter light in my house, light unfiltered by the trees’ leaves.
“Life happens for sure,” and I do love it, but it comes in such quantity that I’m fairly exhausted by it at day’s end, leaving me Precious Little energy or time to Be.
“Life happens for sure,” and this house that was, once upon a time, full of happy (and not always so very) homeschooling noises is now vacant for much of the day. We come home in the light of a setting sun to homework, chores, dinner, bed.
“Life happens for sure.”
Did you know that Emma Grace will be seven (7) in less than Two Weeks???
