I don’t have much to write tonight. Life has kicked my rear end the past few weeks. I haven’t been feeling 100% physically speaking . . . understatement of the year . . . nothing super serious . . . but the past three weeks have found me slowing down and being forced to skip out, not only on my usual workouts, but also on a lot of my normal, daily, routine. I’ll tell y’all, I didn’t like it. At all. But, I also came to a place where I realized there is value in rest and taking the time to let my body do what God designed it to do rather than pushing through exhaustion and pain. Thankfully, I’m on the mend and feeling almost completely better.
Now, here I sit, on Saturday night, mourning the end of spring break . . . which kind of fell apart in the beginning but redeemed itself toward the end. I’m thinking about how summer is so close and yet . . . two more months . . . two months will pass in a blink, and then we’ll be free from early bedtimes and early rising and keeping up with all the things having to do with school and school activities . . . I’m ready for it. But also . . .
We spent the day celebrating my baby girl’s birthday . . . she’s going to be nine in just a couple more days, and as always, on birthdays, I feel a bit of nostalgia creeping in. How did we get from two to nine so fast? I’m the first one to tell you that I love having older, more independent, kids. But yikes, a nine year old and an almost, fifteen year old??? I’m not old enough for that. We’ve all heard the saying “the days are long but the years are short”. I’ve probably even quoted it here before, and I know, it’s about as cliché as you can get. But y’all it’s also the truest thing ever. Somedays, I think these children of mine might do me in. What with the hormones and dramatics and theatrics and whatever else they happen to throw my way, but then I look up and realize that they are growing up. I mean really growing up into actual people with opinions and interests and weird senses of humor (thanks to their dad). I try to remember what they were like as babies and toddlers, but those days are kind of a blur. And well, long days and short years . . . it’s just really relatable.
I’m not even sure where I’m going with this. I’m tired, and I’m rambling. Maybe I’ll have something earth shattering to write here in the next week or so. Maybe not. But for tonight, here’s to resting when we need to rest, healing when we need to heal, and embracing all the days . . . the hard ones, the fun ones, even, the mediocre, run-of-the mill ones . . . and not wishing any of them away.