Monday, October 21, 2013
Jack Johnson croons my favorite go-tos, the cookies are in and out of the oven, and Halloween crafts happen at the table. Our trip seems a million years away from here, and I feel refreshed with the gratefulness I have for this life.
A drive in search for a nap met me with surprise. I debated which route to take to Starbucks (naturally), and I meant to take the first road. In a daze of thoughts, I missed my turn, and ended up taking the second choice. As I sat waiting to turn, I spotted Jimmy's car and had a rush of stomach flutters. The same ones I had ten years ago when our relationship was new and exciting. We have graduated from red truck to a hummer. I was taken aback by such feelings. Here we are, a decade later as I drive his children around, and he still has this effect.
I'm so, so thankful for the blessings.
I'm anxiously awaiting my new planner so I can fill in an exhausting list of dates that swirl through my brain as we reach the height of fall and venture into my favorite time of year.
Have I mentioned that I am making Halloween costumes this year and have nightmare-vision of myself shopping the pitiful remains of costume sections on the morning of the 31st?
Yeah. Brilliant idea. It's mostly a fun idea that I'm not sure I can carry out, and I also have this overwhelming urge to just make the most adorable coffee cozies and themed story boards for the girls. Priorities need a good, swift kick to realign.
I'm denying the return to reality by leaving our vacation laundry and helping myself to vacation-sized portions of food and desserts. Also, I still feel exhausted.
And I miss this:
And I miss the zoo animals made of towels that playfully adorned our room each night. The quiet dinners. And a flatter belly.
But. Fall. Home. And my babies. Life feels a whole lot more chaotic, but a whole lot more complete when I'm home.