For the unnumbered time I find myself staring at the screen wishing I had the words to piece together our new family rhythms. I go to my weekly yoga class like it's my job and play the role of stay at home mom with attempted perfection. I'm baking cookies and folding laundry and this week stroking the fever soaked hair of my oldest fighting a nasty virus. Everything rises steadily leading up to my chemo days and then leaves me scrounging for answers in its wake. So I tidy up bedrooms and stir fresh basil into spaghetti sauce and try not to let the fears occupy more space than the promises. Every Monday Dad and I find our way to the couch and study the stories of the bible where God surprised everyone with his perfectly unexpected plan. I memorize Psalm 23 as if it were a lifeline in a storm and every week I utter the same familiar prayer. God please heal and restore this body.
Sweet valentines
Little man earned his tiger belt and was so proud
100 days of school!
Peppermint tea and Harry Potter books for days (and days and days, when will this virus end?)
Still breathing deep from a five day visit with my soul sister. We didn't manage to do much but it was exactly what I needed. Cooking together, late night tv, after hours shopping trips, and her reminder of seeng the beauty in the mess made this the perfect visit.
and ice cream of course.
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