Sunday, March 27, 2011

fresh air.

Today was our Fresh Air interview.
A child will join our family for a week.
A child will add perspective to this spoiled life of ours.

I cannot wait.
I am scared and nervous and estatic and thrilled and giddy.

Here's the region we live in.  Perfect for some fresh air, right?

When I was younger, I begged my parents to have a Fresh Air Child stay with us.
No way.
"When you are older, you can do it," is what I was told.

Well, here goes . . . .

Reaching for his hem (and some adventure),

Saturday, March 26, 2011

life is coming.

I could spend hours out there.
Tracking down blossoms.
The signs that life is coming.

Reaching for his hem,

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Parenting lesson no. 634,598.

The parenting lesson I learned today:

never, ever ask your 12 year old son to wake up his 8 year old sister;

he will select the foghorn app on his ipod, set the timer, and place it next to her ear. Sister will be grumpy all day, while brother will giggle all day.

Laughing while I am reaching for his hem,

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Did I really just do that?

I did it.

I signed up for that Hartford Marathon.

What have I done?

Reaching for his hem,

Friday, March 4, 2011

i will follow.

Where you go, I'll go
Where you stay, I'll stay
When you move, I'll move
I will follow you Who you love, I'll love
How you serve I'll serve
If this life I lose, I will follow you I will follow you
- chris tomlin

Reaching for his hem,

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

made it!

Plotted a running course for this morning.
I am certain the hills were just like this.
But, I made it and the hills seem so defeated right now - even if I did have to walk a little bit - and I feel just a wee bit stronger than before I tackled them.

Hmmm . . . could there be a metaphor for life here?

Reaching for his hem,