Outside my window...the evening is dark and warm, a quiet spring night.
I am thinking...of my Dad, of "the flood of memories" as Sarah said earlier today that fill my heart as I pray either for peaceful release or for a miracle...
From the learning room...no time this week for anything "formal."
From the kitchen...a hodge-podge of leftovers from a soccer tournament weekend and baptism open house...snacks, fruit and vegetable trays, Gatorade and granola...
I am wearing...my MHS soccer sweats and a red T-shirt.
I am creating...not much right now as "the muse" and time are challenging me...
I am going...to make a lot of trips to Columbus this week and have a trip to Indiana planned for the weekend ~ we'll see.
I am reading..."John Adams," ~ but in all honesty, concentration is difficult.
I am hoping...that miracles really do still happen.
I am hearing...nothing - sweet, sweet silence.
Around the house...things are peacefully settled.
One of my favorite things...will be welcoming Ellen for her visit.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
helping Hannah maintain the "normal chaos" amidst the "so-likely" loss we are facing...
Here is a picture thought I am sharing...Abby's baptism