The rules? Write for 5 minutes without stopping to correct or edit.
Yesterday was a hard day. I am not sure why, but it ended the evening with a broken down spirit and tears threatening to spill over, frustrations, anger, and disappointment.
And that was just me.
A lot of that can be attributed to the fact that I am pregnant, hormonal and we are about to make a HUGE family change.
But today was different.
Jimmy and I had a heart to heart, we both admitted our misgivings and fears about what we are about to do, and we had a good time of connection.
And he mowed the lawn.
I didn't realize how much that meant to me until it was done. The back is still left undone, but we seem to spend most of our time in the front and while he was finishing up and I took the little guys out to play for a little while and to watch him (and find a dead bird that the cat had caught and gifted to us and that then someone had then accidentally squished so all its insides were spilling out...so then we had to pull out the science book and look at what the different parts of the bird that we were seeing were) I felt pure
The kids were happy to be in the lawn that was not up around their knees (OK. I'll be honest. Up around their belly buttons...the lawn mower has been broken for a long time!) and I was happy to see them play together and laugh and squeal with
Pure, giggling rollicking, roll on the ground
And so I was infected with that joy not only because the lawn was finally getting mowed, but also because my husband knows me well enough to know that it would make a difference so he lugged a mower over here and after a long day at work worked even harder to get it done for me because he cares.
And I know that it will work out. I know that I am on the winning team of God, Jimmy and me and nothing, not even tall tall grass will hold us back.
And that brings me