There never would have been time to see everyone before we leave. It’s the most agonizing and wonderful problem to have. The clock is ticking so dang loudly, but my body doesn’t seem to be getting stronger because of it. Adrenaline only carries me so far and since it’s cumulative, I’m having to take smaller steps. But the reward of bringing our three sons closer together, however briefly, is so great that it’s without a question the most bubbly-making, heart sining-est time in the world, as we look forward to the future and more time together.
I carefully chose the words to define the year at its start, Sweet ’16, after the positive effects of my Lucky ’13 and subsequent horrors of the two years I didn’t “name.” I have a silly superstition now, about choosing positive words to imbibe into my year, in whatever my id needs at that moment.
And in my mind, I hear Siouxsie Sioux sing (“the bitter and the sweet”) every time I type it. While the year has been especially sweet, it’s also deeply bitter in the knowledge we have gained. But I will learn from the bitter and thrive from the sweet, dammit.
We are both overwhelmed and so gratefully filled with appreciation, it’s beyond any words that I know.The home purchase is proceeding nicely. The home inspection hurdle has been passed, so now it’s just bankers processing stuff. I’m almost starting to get my worst case scenario planner anxiety to be downgraded a notch. BUT JUST ONE.
We feel the love.
Speaking for myself, it’s literally my fuel.