Last week looked like this: stare at computer, stare at computer, fiddle with code, stare at computer, think I’ve messed everything up, cry, fix it, stare at computer. But! I finally got this little space all spiffied up.
And, then? We ran off to the mountains. Every morning we wake up to that view rightupthere. It’s hard to put words around it. We’ve been playing in the yard and scrambling off to waterfalls and it’s been good. Also, I’ve been making my family fill out surveys because I am a dork and I am obsessed with being intentional right now.
Vacation always showcases little life truths. For example, if you are an annoyingly incurable early bird, guess what you grow up? Early birds. They can’t help it even if you do keep them up extra special late. They are not programmed to let the morning go by. So we have been enjoying the beautiful early mornings here and my little people have gotten to see the sun rise over the mountain a few times. That’s pretty awesome.
Vacation also brings to light some of the best familial relating and, well, some places where I’ve been off my game a little. The best part is that Tom is here and it is helpful and refreshing to let him remind me how to work through problems without getting emotional. Because I always do. And then there are the times where the brother-sister thing is just grand. Like holding hands and helping climb rocks and playing duck duck goose on the back deck and worrying over one another. That’s pretty awesome, too.
Also? I have taken approximately 300 pictures. So. I’ll have lots to share when I get back.
In the meantime, I’ve written a post for my friend Erin, over at Blue Eyed Bride. Erin and I have been going to the same church for years and living within a mile of each other and just met this summer. But I’m so glad we did. She’s got a sweet heart to use her blog in a meaningful way and is such an encouragement to me. I’m more than thankful to be able to share a bit more of my heart over there.
Here’s a snippet:
Just the other day, I pulled into a Starbucks parking lot, whipped out my phone and took a picture of the sky. That’s right. On a busy suburban road, right across the street from the mall where every sixteen year old in the vicinity probably rolled her eyes at me. Next it will be tube socks up to my knees and fanny packs. We might need to call the Grandma police.
But. The thing is it was beautiful and I needed to remember it. Because it was perfect.
Perfect is something that has haunted me much of my adult life.
Read the rest right over here.