Day #71

It was an ordinary run in the park. It was chilly so not a lot of people were there. I ran my 3 miles steadily, slowly, and with little pizzazz. But I ran it all and I finished.

Then my Love and I went back to Adalie’s dance class and waited. We did dinner, bath, homework, bed. I did my homework … Love worked on his computer. We went to bed, we kissed good night, we drifted into dream worlds.

It was nothing special of a day by the markers of extraordinary days. But it was mine and I loved it.

Every grateful breath of it.

Shiny balls of candy-coated chocolate atop ice cream in a clear bowl.

Day #22

Today, nothing has gone quite as I had expected.

Not enough time to get ready this morning. Accidentally putting a hole in a closet door. Not being able to print tickets. Adalie getting in a fight with the lipstick and the lipstick winning. The canon blast in the Nutcracker production that about made me come out of my chair. Getting home late. Rainstorms rolling in. Adalie passing out at 7:45pm. It was a day and a series of unexpected twists and turns–and no walk in sight.

About 9pm my Love says,”I’ll stand and watch you if you want to walk down the hill to the stop sign and back. It feels amazing outside!”

The rain had stopped for a moment so I grabbed a jacket and took off. It was not amazing… it was SUPER windy and cold! Another unexpected turn of events!
But as I walked up the hill and saw him waiting for me, the warm glow of the Christmas tree in the window, the assurance of a softly snoring girl dreaming her night away, I realized this… life will throw me curve balls and lemons but I am one lucky girl who has both Husband and daughter who adore me.

And that, my friends, is all I really need.Man sittin on a tailgate with a christmas-light-emblazoned home in the background.