We've found ourselves in a very full season of this life. And we are thankful. Graeme started preschool this year and it's been the best thing for our little family. Graeme's teacher is in her twenty second year of teaching. Today, she wore bright red Converse. Maybe now you realize why I love her so much! Tuesday and Thursday mornings, we wake up and rush out the door to get Graeme to school on time. This morning, I woke a sleepy-eyed Jobie, and strapped him into his car seat with his breakfast in his lap. We dropped Graemie off to school with four minutes to spare and took off for Starbucks and the Post Office. I changed Job's diaper and his clothes in the front seat of Elsa. We both laughed.
Earlier this week, we woke up to sickness and a slower pace than normal. Graeme skipped school for the first time in his life, most definitely not his last, and we took a pajama day on Tuesday. Friday mornings are my favorite. On Fridays, we wake up slowly. And, after we've crawled up the stairs, we start a fire and settle in for the morning-- in our pajamas. The boys need it and I do too. I haven't said much about it here, but I've been busy recording a collection of piano Christmas solos. Tomorrow, I'll record the very last song and send it along to a friend to be polished and converted into more than just digital files. I'm crossing my fingers that it will be available by the end of November. It's called Here and There | A Christmas Collective and I can't wait to share it, and the stories behind it, with you.
Last weekend, we conquered the pumpkin patch and also picked apples. I'm not sure what this weekend will hold yet, except I do know that my husband's wonderful pancakes are on the docket. You? Happy weekending, friend.
I want to record these snippets so that I never forget that, even though these days are sometimes busy, and many times rough and filled with crying, lots of it and loud, these days are sweet. No one need tell me that these days are fleeting. I see it in my boys' eyes each day. And in that, I see my need to cry out for grace and wisdom, discernment and love.