Do you ever have those times that feel impossibly stagnant?

I mean, no matter how much effort you give or how much momentum you've gained you just can't seem to feel any progress inwardly? This is where I've found myself recently. Yeah, I'm just getting honest for a moment so hang in there with me.

August, 2013

I ALREADY MISS THEM.

They are only a few miles down the road, but the house is too quiet to enjoy, and I miss them. Elias and Ellery will be at Granna & Grandpa's this week, which means they will prove, once again, that they love grandparents more than us, and Jonathan & I will enjoy each other while missing them. But this is good. It's good to miss something, to long for something. I guess that's where the hopeful curse comes into play, the one we share with all creation.

I LOVE HIM FOR A MILLION REASONS, NOT LEAST OF WHICH ARE THESE:

1. He humbly cleans our house a thousand times over because our children don't know that they don't have to see everything they own all the time in order for it to count. And because I am working more hours than I should right now.

This morning I write just for the practice.

I am hunched over a tray table in a window seat, looking down over the expanse of a flat Texas. There's no burning thought to flesh out with ink, no idea lobbed onto my heart that's bursting to get out. My only thoughts, really, are for my boys, all three of them. I've been away for three and a half days and that's too long this time.