The fields around our home are all golden now. They've been just sitting, drying in the warm sunshine. Readying for the harvest.
I don't want to miss the harvest.
Tonight I am in Utah, watching Ben's kids, minus 1, plus my own five, for the week while my three older siblings + spouses + my parents are in Costa Rica.
I was supposed to be with them. We planned it a year ago. A year is enough time to plan a trip, right?
We decided to not spend the money. We decided to save for a house. We decided to buy a Suburban. We decided to make five trips to Utah/Southern Idaho in the past five months.
Am I sad that I'm not in a tropical jungle right now? Nah.
Am I sad that I'm not with my family? Yeah.
Am I okay that I'm here? Yep.
But tonight? I'm tired. Not tired from feeding and putting to bed 10 kids - amazingly, that's not much harder than doing that with my five (as long as I have freezer meals. ha!). Not tired from the noise or the bath time (again, not significantly louder or harder. especially with double the space and an incredible Ali!).
It's just been a long month. A lot of decisions. A lot of travel. A lot of extroversion. A lot of worry. A lot of growth.
Right now? I really miss the masculine arms of my husband under my head and around my chest; his steadiness at my back.
I'm feeling the need to draw inward. I need to reconnect with "Home" when I get home. I think I need to sign out of Facebook, go to the library, buy the second book of Harry Potter (in hardback) for reading aloud, and
spread out a blanket in the warm grass.
In the sunshine.
Snooze some, pray more, read a bit from at least 3 different books, and figure out what School and Life is going to look like for us this year.
All while taking it really, really slowwwwwww.
3 comments:
Girl, I hear you. Coming home from 2.5 weeks of extrovert, I am feeling the same. I just want to write, write write it all out. Instead, I will pack, pack pack it all in--to boxes, and the words into spaces in my brain where they will hopefully resurface one day. Save for a house? A suburban??
Don't sign out of FB--unless you can still WUT. ;-)
P.S. I'm glad 10 kids isn't too much, because just reading the words TEN KIDS makes me want to go hide. Love you.
Mmmm. Harry Potter is best when read aloud, I believe. Especially outside on a warm blanket in the sun.
guess what? got the "it's time" push from God. almost in audible words. the timing of your blog posts helped me have the courage to finally {after 3 years} take the leap. we are homeschooling. there. i announced it. i can't wait to share and see each others' experiences. not sure what you're doing, but we will be doing a workbox system that i'm catering to our family and my kiddos. love you. you'll be amazing
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