Happy Happy Joy Joy

When there isn't much to say (post), I'm probably doing just fine, better in fact than you may expect. I feel like I have been holding tight to the good and dismissing the bad (brushing it off, shooing it away, giving it the finger), which has ultimately been the best approach to tidying up what had become a messy situation. When you make a mess, you clean it up. Look how neat and tidy and content we are getting ready for our first family portrait. This is our favorite of the set.

Weekends have become safe havens again, as they were when I was younger.  Something about a family nightly preparing for school and work is humbling, tender, and exhausting. It feels so good to be together on the weekend, whether there are a million things to do outside of the house or nothing at all. We paint, we cut and glue and tape, we clean up, we help each other, we laugh, play, nourish and teach each other. Some kind of magical balance is being struck and I'm so grateful. I hope I am working hard enough on grace for it to show in my actions, my words, my expressions.

"Are you happy with us now?" - Lynden, age 3

Yes, baby. I'm incredibly happy with you, happier than I've ever let myself be by myself. I'm sorry it's so hard to show sometimes.

I'm sure that a blog that has a handful of readers can be personal at times. You don't mind, do you?