AH, love… we are back. All of us under one roof again. Rylie’s trip to Texas for Camp Sebeck with my parents was a huge success in every way, but her return has been even sweeter. Her brother is FULL of hugs and smiles for her, which is just about the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. Thank you for all your love and prayers and encouragement. You are such a blessing to me.
I must tell you things have been a bit yucky behind the scenes around here. This blog neighborhood has been such a surprise and incredible joy for me… to write, to chronicle, to laugh, to absolutely sob. It’s also a very personal place for me, and as much as I control what I say here I still cannot control perception. For me, that kills. I have always been a girl who wants so very much to be understood- both in story and in person. Lately, everything has been… off. Hugely off.
I’m going to retreat for a little bit. A couple months, I think. I’m going to let this season fade, I’m going to watch a few folks walk away, I’m going to store up. After 6 years of regular, disciplined writing, I am due for a walkabout. I’ll certainly pop in here and there with photos… but little writing.
I’m going to build my kids a life-size rolling chalkboard.
I’m going to buy a puppy and train it to herd/chase cattle with me.
I’m going to paint stars on my porch.
I’m going to figure out how to be a more intentional mom to Rylie and Gus.
I’m going to buy a new computer and an upright vacuum.
I’m going to raise 50 chicks for our first Old School class in September.
I’m going to Netflix the entire Tudors series and sew until every household in America has a cute little pillow and celebration banner.
I’m going to grow this Little Mulder #3.
And then, when my heart is clear and my humor is quick again, I’m going to come back.
I hope you’ll be waiting.