These last few days before our move are flying past at lightening speed. I cannot wait to get where we are going but I also had so may things I envisioned accomplishing before the move and as the weeks become days and the days dissolve into mere hours, I am realizing that certain projects may need to be left undone . . . I am never that comfortable with the undone . . .
I am trying to get all of our belongings organized and boxed. This becomes quite a challenge with a toddler who pulls out 50% of what I have packed each time I turn my back. Sneaky little goose. I have turned packing into a great game of chase and tickle monster because it is a lot more fun to laugh than to cry and after all, this is just one big adventure . . .
Moving is such an emotional undertaking for me. I think it has to do with going through all of my things-especially boxes of photos and cards and things otherwise tucked away-and staring life and loss and love in the face. It is clearing out all of the cobwebs and forging ahead . . .
I am completely mesmerized by my son. He is every wonder that is in the world. His eyes are hazel now and his hair is turning blond and he has a few tiny curls in the back. He is still nursing and loves to cuddle in bed with us at night. He is my memory maker. He is a reader like me. He will sit and listen to 20 books in a row sitting in my lap and then ask for more. More than anything he likes to be outside. I can’t wait to show him the beach and all of the wonders that God has set out for him . . .
I found an old table at an antique store. It was labeled “nine drawer chest.” It has apothecary style drawers and is large enough to be a coffee table, so I bought it for that purpose. I painted it a bright sunshine yellow. It needs another coat. It is one of the things that may end up being left undone . . .
. . . unlike me. and my family. and this story He is writing with us. He has promised to see it through to completion.
He is glorious that way.