Exhaling

One week ago everything in my life came to a screeching halt. I packed my bags and witnessed nothing short of a miracle in my dad’s life. Yet, upon returning home, I found myself somewhat lost and wondering aimlessly through my days. I was behind on every mommy task and I had a book manuscript that still needed to be written. I have no idea how to explain what happened, but somewhere between Monday and Sunday I let out a long exhale and started breathing again. I made a blackberry pie for my Valentine and I dressed three pretty girls in dance worthy dresses and sent them to the ball with the handsome prince. Life and love marched forward and I found gifts, treasures of untold worth to be counted. Do they sound simple to you? I promise you, they are treasures. Each one.

Counting Gifts 2087-2107

2087. coming home

2088. pizza night

2089. wearing “hope” on my hand

2090. Sea Salt Carmel Gelato

2091. watching miracles unfold

2092. seeing the moon and sun trade places

2093. This Wild Obedience

2094. my valentines

2095. proof readers

2096. manuscripts {almost} finished

2097. girls night out