#52
fifty-two!!!
fifty-two mondays…
fifty-two reasons…and then some…to smile!
gosh…
who knew!?!
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#51
sneaking away after half had headed off to bed…and meeting with the two of them…my “triad”…
giggling…and encouraging…and exhorting…
and praying…
together…
not getting to sleep until well after this day had turned into the next…
and instead of feeling tired…feeling amazingly refreshed!
#50
escaping to the mountain…to the same place we’ve been retreating to now for 22 years…
the “snow cabin”…
that does sit on the mountain…but where there’s never always snow…
for 5 whole days and 4 whole sleeps filled with a crackling fire…and movies all curled up…and naughty-nummy food…and puzzles pieced together…and giggles ‘round games…and soaks in the big bearclaw tub…and long walks…
and the rushing of the river bending ‘round us the first sound heard when we wake, and the last as we drift off to sleep…
and the sole little magnet on the fridge declaring my thoughts…exactly…
“i come to the mountain to breathe!”
#49
getting my monthly visit with dr. liz…
and doing more chatting and giggling…more “catching up” than “checking up”…
and hearing that sweetest little heartbeat again!
#48
waking to the sound of him outside chopping the kindling for this morning’s fire…
i’m gonna miss that sound when the weather turns warmer…
#47
chocolate chip mint ice cream in the freezer…
and stealing a spoonful (or 4) throughout my day!
#46
quickening!
#45
him and me locking our door. locking out the kids…and the “to do’s”…and (even) the start of this monday!
getting to visit with dr. liz…and hearing that little heartbeat again…
finding a sweet note in my box when we got back home. a sweet friend just checking on me ‘cause she was worried…that i was worried…about the (maybe) not getting to hear it again…
and getting to sit next to a doe-eyed little mister…and sharing a dinner with him and his daddy and mama. prepared for just them…and him and me…
altogether a lovely…and very smiley…monday!
#44
cracking it open…and getting a whiff of her and him…
…my lovely little jar of gramma ruth’s leftover slivers of soaps.
#43
the mama to the west interrupting my wrestling with that bigger-than-the-sink-(and-me), covered-all-over-with-grease and left-way-too-long-before-washing roasting pan with her knock at our door…
just to say “hi”…and “congrats in person!”…and “how have you been?”…
an all-too-typical…“i won’t be next door but for a moment!”…visit between her and me!