The spring sun feels medicinal. We planted dahlia tubers this week in between field trips and fundraising events. Is there anything more real than that, a seed in the soil that might grow into a blooming plant? Or are we just over here holding on to hope long after it should have expired, I wonder. The packaging indicates we have to dig these things up in the fall, to winter tenderly. This may be more than we bargained for.
Three active boys who eat and play and grow themselves? Point with a dizzying finger at any line on the calendar, all of it turning us into a taxi, might also be more than we bargained for. The cake bash, the annual talent revue, academic awards night and baseball practice, youth group and birthday parties and piano club. Call it madness, call it glorious, call us lucky. All we know is to do the work plus hope.
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Your photos and words almost always make me smile, but these seem especially life-giving!
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