It’s been awhile, dear reader.
It hasn’t bothered me a bit to step away from the blog and enjoy the beginning of Spring. That is, it didn’t bother me until I started Spring cleaning Drew’s bedroom closet and sorted through his clothes that are too small and found pictures of a tiny person who is tall and knows so much about Space. Daniel and I may have spent a few evenings on the couch watching videos of our tiny offspring toddle around the house in Carlisle. I cried. There may have been squealing.
Sure, it’s annoying to hear “they grow up so fast so enjoy it” while you are rubbing your expecting tummy but Really. They do.
I love finding my son sprawled on his almost-too-small-bed with legs dangling precariously off the edge. Lego helicopters smushed under blankets and piles and piles of cars lumped under the pillow. He spends considerable time at his easel drawing “blueprints” and then pulls the tunnel from his closet, sets up blocks, activates magical powers, and then presents us his own creative Mythbusters Worthy™ unchained reactions. He uses SkyView on my iPhone and runs through the hall locating Venus, the Sun, and talking about how constellations are so beautiful because they are shapes in the stars.
So, I’ve enjoyed delving into living and my lil’ blog has yawned for a bit. And before I know it, I’m walking downtown with a munchkin who is getting Tall Like His Daddy and I stumble and tear up and think where did time go?
Chronicling our lives not only gives me incredible joy but it encourages me so much to see where we are NOW compared to where we WERE.
We had some dark days in our early marriage. Depression, heartache, pure confusion, trying to understand Asperger’s in marriage, letting go of our faith, tight finances, and discouraging days that echod the annoying drip from the kitchen sink.
And all that fighting. Ugh. I remember my dad giving me an exasperated look at the kitchen table one day and saying, “well, Jennifer, you need to grow up. Just stop fighting.” I was upset at his obvious conclusion that our fighting was just immaturity. Maybe it was that we needed to understand more about Apserger’s. Or maybe my dad was right.
All I know is that about a week ago, Daniel caught me eye and grinned and said, “hey, remember when we used to fight all the time?” I gasped! We haven’t fought in…a year or so? We can’t even remember when we stopped. Maybe we grew up? Maybe we figured out how to just let each other breathe and be human? Maybe I stopped being a control freak? HAHA that can’t be it.
But we really are so happy now. We love living in Whitmore Lake. Michigan has been way more wonderful than I could have imagined. I love seeing how fulfilled Daniel is in his career. I finally feel at peace with who I am and the choices I am making. I have fallen in love with reading again (I am carefully balancing it with Skyrim, of course) and I’m even fitting into clothes that I had packed away in a Yeah Right box.
So, I’m going to try my hand at keeping this space updated more frequently. When I’m old and gray, this silly little blog about the art of the everyday will be gold. To me. And maybe to those who love me.