This year is starting out much like all the rest. Busy-ness, chaos and activity. I have been off for most of the last two weeks, and I am looking forward to the routine and consistency of going back to work. This morning was church and then a trip to the airport to send Kaitlyn's sweetheart, Matthew on his way home after a visit from Texas. Soon he will graduate and come to college nearby so they can be together more often - but for now the ache of separation. Kullen also said goodbye to his friend Tessa. These first budding feelings are so fragile. I think that I woke this morning burdened for my children and their sadnesses. Fortunately, the busy-ness of the day did not allow me to carry them for long.
My goal in the next few days, weeks and months is to slow myself down. I need a few minutes each day not to be sucked away in the flurry of activity and the demands of others so that I can breathe a little. I want to write and paint and cook and do absolutely whatever I find to do without the tug and pull of obligation. The one solace in any day I have is this - the fifteen or twenty minutes every night before I fall asleep in the arms of my sweetheart. I share the days joys and burdens with this man who exerts that it is his pleasure to walk this road of life beside me. This makes all the difference.