This month is...well, packed full.
Like, majorly full.
Let's see...we've got both sets of grandparents visiting over two different weekends. There's a major (as in majorly major) concert happening. A son has his final recital (and a reception to cook for) up at his school and will then, a week or so later, graduate with his Master's degree. There are some major parties happening in this little house on this little street, jobs to be worked, a husband who is working a ton, laundry to be done.
It's all good...it's just a lot.
In the midst of all of it, we had a family dinner on Sunday night and all members of my trio were in attendance. I love moments like that and find myself just sitting back and watching the dynamics between them. There was nothing special about that night...it was a simple pot roast in the middle of the table, but it was so much more than that.
It was all my favorite people, right near me.
I sure do like them.
I escaped reality for a few hours yesterday and climbed a mountain...like a real mountain, complete with rocks and dirt and everything. At one point, as I was on all fours clawing my way up that I thought, 'how the heck am I gonna get down????'
I did get down and I'm just a tad bit more than proud of myself. I mean, come on people...I climbed a mountain!
(and if you point out that it really is nothing more than a very large hill then I am gonna cry...)
So, bottom line, we're still here. Just taking it all day by day and not looking too far ahead. Living life to the fullest, sleeping when we can, drinking far too little wine due to the busyness of everyday life but also thankful that this too shall pass.
The garden is in full bloom and is just waiting for us.