It has been a great week.
This week has contained celebrations, long phone conversations, Mexican food in abundance, E's first and second soccer practice coached by Jacob, a long-walk home after school filled with chatter, running, a new hair do, weight-loss and peach pie.
It has been a week where I can't help but feel amazingly blessed by the people God has placed in and around my life.
My lips spontaneously part and turn upward at the corner and a genuine smile fills my face. I notice the wrinkles around my eyes, but at least the new hair color covers my gray hair. I love giving gifts - gifts of jewelery, of time, of conversation, of food. And I really think I get more out of giving and seeing someone enjoy the gift than the recipient.
My body has gone through stages of soreness this week. Muscles shift from their night time position and my body groans. But it's the kind of pain that reminds you, you worked hard, that you're getting stronger, getting healthier, pushing yourself just enough and that you should keep going.
Each time the strands of my newly-colored and cut hair fall obstinately over my left eye I breathe in the mixture of earthy-pine and citrus blossom. And the texture is smooth like, real butter that's been sitting out on the counter ready to apply to toast, but not greasy.
I miss my husband but it's been a week where I feel like we've really invested time in our kids and in our friends. I'm ready for a date night with him. I'm also ready for our bank account to be overflowing with cash. Alas :)
Life is good!
God is BETTER!
An honest reflection of me- in fragments. Imperfect- Grace Covered. Balance. Mom. Wife.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
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Sounds like a little piece of heaven! Enjoy it!
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