It’s been a whirlwind of a time here in the States. So much so that the two months we’ve been here have practically flown by (unless I’m sitting thinking of how much I miss hubby and our home, and then the time crawls excruciatingly slow…). A is enjoying his time playing outside in the dirt, and I’m enjoying watching him, and rinsing it off at the end of the night and inhaling his sweet, fresh smell as we jump into bed.
Letting go and letting him run wild is a good reminder for many things in life; sh*t happens but most everything can be managed, either through re-planning, meditating, prayer – whatever you’re into – as long as you have someone in your corner to cheer you on and hold you up when it gets a bit too overwhelming. Everything can be washed off at the end of the day, and while the dirt, sweat, and ickies swirl down the drain, the memories and happiness remain in our hearts, remind us we’re alive, and what’s important in this life.