Getting back to school at the beginning of our school season has taken my breath away, to say it in a somewhat dreamy way. I feel like I run from morning till night and sometimes we are doing spelling words or discussion questions at 9:30, right before bed. It is worth it, and I know that I just have a few years ahead of me that are very full, and I won’t wish them away.
They are full of the beauty of bad puns,
Cups of coffee under the white flowering tree,
Teens who sing me happy birthday (my own and others that I love)
Discussion first thing in the morning when I’m still making smoothies,
Trips to the market,
Pencils and pens,
Being read to by a nine-year-old,
And fairy dust.
And sometimes I am very tired from it all. Even good gifts can make you tired. And sometimes good gifts take your breath away in even dreamier ways.
I just had a birthday and my beautiful, tall, kindhearted daughter gave me this as a present:
I wish someone could have taken a picture of my face, because I couldn’t speak for several moments. I couldn’t figure out what I was looking at for a minute, because it was a print of Isika, a character that I made up in my own head, and how did that happen? But as it turns out, Kenya drew it, had it printed, and gave it to me, rendering me speechless.
It bodes well for a magical year. I’m praying it is so.