this morning, i wrote a note to a friend in minnesota: it is already 7:30 at your house . . .6:30 at mine, and dark, and freezing rain outside - freezing rain that i just drove through to drop isaac at driver's ed. now, i'm sipping some coffee and bumping about home, about to get ready for the day. i hope your thursday has lots and lots of wonderful moments in it.
later this morning, i wrote a note to my youngest brother. it is his thirty-second birthday today. 32 seems like a long time ago to me! he has some full and busy and amazing years ahead of him. eight years ago . . . i went on a little wander in my mind . . . maddie was eight years old, isaac had just turned seven. we were home together most days - doing homeschool and babysitting some tiny kiddos and playing outside and building with legos and reading together - making so many memories. but there was also an undercurrent of so much being so hard. in the last eight years, oh the places we've been and gone, oh the things we've done and accomplished, oh the tears we've cried and the laughter that has bubbled over, oh how fiercely we have loved and lived. for my little brother, i hope for so. much. good in his relationships and his work, in his heart and his mind, for this year and in the next eight.
i wrote a few paragraphs in my journal.
i wrote a letter and some emails for projects that i am currently working on.
and, now, this bit of a blog post.
go gently, love fiercely, and be wonderful, my friends.
love,e