the same path

I just found this old post in my drafts from almost a year ago. I'm not sure why I never published it. It's not exactly "where" I am right now, but I remember being there. I still am some days... and I still love that path.



Five years ago, walking down the path along the reflecting pool from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial, I held my husband's hand and told him I'd move to Virginia. I could live there. We could do it. We'd prayed about it, we'd made lists of pros and cons, analyzed it to death. But right then, on that peaceful path, I knew I could do it. I wanted to move there. Even bigger, I think I truly trusted Eric to make God-led decisions for our family for the first time.

Tuesday night, we walked along that same path. This time, we had two more little people in our life. This time was not about moving there, but moving away... even though the move was months ago. I miss it. But it's mostly selfish missing. Ohio is good for those three little people and Ohio is good for us, too. Ohio is where God has planted us for this season of life.

I wouldn't mind, though, if some day I had that path in my backyard again.

my adorable little co-workers

Being a stay at home mom is pretty much the only job I can think of where it is socially unacceptable to complain about your co-workers. I love my children a ridiculous amount. I like who they are growing to be. Having all three of my kids with me on any given afternoon warms my heart. There are even those magical days when no one spills the milk at breakfast, everyone naps simultaneously and we all sit down to a Bible story after dinner with smiles on our faces. The thing is - these adorable little co-workers are with me 24/7. And there are the other days. The days when everyone wakes up whining, naptime involves more yelling than resting and the kids are sent up to brush their teeth for bed at 6:30 because I can't listen to a minute more of the fighting. On those days, it would be nice to stand around a water cooler and vent to someone. I clearly don't love them any less on those other days. I'm just ready for bedtime a lot earlier. So I'm super thankful for my friends who are REAL moms... who I can call/text/facebook and say something without worrying even for a minute that they think I'm any less of a mom.

here and there

D'ya know how you know it's been a long time since you blogged?

1. You type someone else's URL into your browser when you think of something to post.

2. Once you finally remember what you named your blog 4 years ago (give or take), you cannot for the life of you remember which email account you had it under.

I have been thinking about posting again. Mostly boring/crazy mommy junk in my head. We'll see. I know all two of you are waiting on the edge of your seats. In the meantime, though, I continue to be slightly obsessive about free toothpaste and cheap bananas here. Just in case you're into that kind of thing.