Quiet seeped into my soul today. Life slowed as I got home. Last night, I was pouring over terrain maps thinking about the flattest way to make it up hills. Today was a nonevent. Except for the event of the schools. Wayne had to work hard for 2 hours of school. But I was thankful to be able to get to work. There is such blessedness in work. It was good to be there and do the work today. I actually had some time for some little projects in between clinical work. I went to a doctor’s appointment along the Cherry Hill campus. I followed 12th and 15th down the hill. I got to see Garfield High for the first time driving home on 23rd. There was no need for all my shenanigans of looking for the least elevation. The roads were fine.
The day slowed and enlongated. I relaxed into being home. I puttered. I cut avocados and made guacomole. I ate our beef stew with Wayne. I read books. We read Bill Peet’s Shady Grove. What a fun read! We also read Ping. Laura tucked herself next to me. I prayed with Laura and snuggled with Sara. Happiness infused my soul.
The animals continue to march across our living room.
Our tree is gone. Our living room looks a little bare. The girls spun round on round on the opening of the floor in glee.
Sara missed art class today, but continues practicing. This graced our dining room for several days.
Tomorrow, I don’t have to go anywhere to do anything other than play in snow. I am thankful for that. The uncertainty of snow was wearing at my peace. My peace has been restored.