I get busy — busy with my time, but busy in my mind, too — and suddenly it’s been a month and there are only a few pictures on my phone, nothing written here, and life has just slipped by again.
A month ago, the boys were off skiing with Ryan on an epic (to them) three day tour of three mountains, thanks to tickets Ryan was blessed with. Today I’m looking out rain-spattered window panes to a new color — one that sprang up overnight, as pouring rain drenched the earth and awakened dormant life. Green. Green is hard to even remember in February, and by the end of March I’m wondering if it really ever will come, and then suddenly it’s here. Robins are here, leaf buds are here, crocuses are here, kids in mud boots laughing and running and rediscovering are here — it’s all here.
Can I be honest? I was sad to watch the sledding hill melt. The path they walked every single afternoon and the trails they had carefully established for their sleds were the last to go, and I took a few deep, shuddering breaths that bordered on sobs as they caught my eye day after dwindling day. A whole winter gone. I love these warmer days — love to watch them scatter this way and that, dribbling balls and riding bikes and exploring in the woods and carving out new “houses” under bushes — but they scatter, and in the winter, they are a little tribe of playmates, always together, always inventing games they all can play, helping one another and laughing together and being my little brood. And so I sigh each year when it ends. Happy for the warmth of sunshine and hours of fresh air and ready to dig into the work and maintenance of summertime, but there’s a special quality of being hemmed in that winter brings. And now we have said goodbye to another year’s snow and are hurdling headlong into the outward days of summer.
A month looks something like:
Three days away with Mama and Daddy for a work trip.
Five weeks of a Bible study and sometimes her cousin came to play.
This one on the go, but also wanting me so much still.
William calling me from my task of switching clothes from winter to summer, and finding this waiting for us. Wow!
She’s off and running, about 6 months ahead of the Dunphey standard.
Neighborhood games of “box ball”.
So eager to try some carrot.
This one! I could write a book about her.
Naptime every day looks like this. It will be gone before I know it, but for now, she nurses and drifts off every afternoon.
This week: Easter preparations!
I gave the hydrangeas a serious pruning. I love working outside and watching kids play!
My littlest and biggest. He loves her so much!
Every chance they get, long into the evening.