25 weeks. Saturday morning with Zan and Penny at the beach. ❤️
This week has been EMOTIONAL for me in so many ways.
It is a serious thing
Just to be alive
On this fresh morning
In this broken world. // Mary Oliver
Besides the broken, there is still so much to be thankful for. I’m thankful for a stroller found and a baby shower in the works. I’m thankful for dinner with family and days off in the city. I’m thankful for fresh fleece sheets and taking a pottery class. I’m thankful for second graders, and kindness, and sunshine, and the rain. I’m thankful for a growing baby and a healthy pregnancy every. single. day.
We didn’t get a spot at the daycare we wanted this week which was another disappointment in the mix but that’s a silly problem compared to what others are going through, honestly. We will keep looking and everything will work out. I wish others who are struggling with bigger and more significant things could be sure of that truth, too, but I just don’t know sometimes and that makes me sad.
Is it okay to be positive when for some life’s so bleak? I know it is more than okay, but I’m sensitive to it right now. To know I am safe when others are not is a tough pill to swallow if I think about it hard enough. Perspective is so powerful, isn’t it?
My problems seem so little in this big broken world.
My goodness! Such a downer post from what felt like a definite downer week. So I guess I’ll just end with this… a quote my sister sent me Wednesday morning that I love love love. A perfect way to fight the darkness and move toward the light:
“Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.” // John Wesley
I want to live my life this way, and teach my daughter to love this way, for as long as ever I can.
