3rd of July was wretched. One of the worst days I've had in a long time and it was all my fault. I was snarky and sad and awful. I wanted to snap out of my funk, but just couldn't quite shake it. I said horrible things to Nate and felt like a toad.
4th of July was fantastic. I apologized for the horrible things I said to Nate (begged for impunity for my misbehavior; there were hormones at play). He forgave me and we smooched like teenagers in the parking lot after the fireworks. The fireworks were magical (so were the smooches). Company was first-rate; friends make life sweet. I ate red meat for the first time in months; (it was not ground beef) it was marinated in lime juice and it was delicious. Freedom is beautiful.
5th of July was also beautiful. Sabbath. Slow. Together. Reflective. We walked to the Johnson's to return the sander. They graciously showed us around their beautiful backyard and kept our boy happy with fruit chews and balls. The air was thick and heavy; we were sweaty and sluggish. In my heart, I pined for Oregon. I mixed up a double batch of granola (supposedly Alton Brown's recipe). Whiffs of honey and wholesome filled the house. My soul swooned with the satisfaction of homemade. That night, I went to bed with new realizations about blessings, personal growth, grace, prayer.
6th of July was...yesterday. Pleasantly normal. Morning errands - bank and Target. Afternoon swimming with dear friends.
A Family Home Evening outing to the nursery to pick out some new plants for our front yard.
On our way home, we pulled off the road to pick sunflowers. Henry's been begging to pick a bouquet for days. He was so excited! We gathered a beautiful bunch, got itchy legs, and one of us threw a marvelous fit when we had to leave.
one of my camera settings was skewampus, which fact I didn't realize until I sat down to upload these pictures - darn!
Sunflowers do make the day brighter. I'm glad I'm not the only one to have snarky days. Make up makeouts are the best and almost make those days worth it though! =)
ReplyDeleteCute pictures. I love that you actually pull off the road to do things like pick sunflowers. That is something I probably wouldn't even think to do, let alone actually do it. I wish I had more of that carefree attitude.
ReplyDeleteHard not to smile when sunflowers are around.
ReplyDeleteEm, I've missed your blog. You make the everyday seem so bright and cheerful--we're human but we can make up for it and look for the good things.
ReplyDeleteMy sweet kids were in the backyard yesterday collecting wildflowers. Chase spotted a deer and told me, "Mom, the deer think I'm one of them" because he was crawling up towards them. Sweet summer days...the flowers always make them brighter.
ReplyDeleteThose pale blue chairs in your kitchen make me happy. Good taste, Em :)
ReplyDeleteI think I may have started your 3rd out with a thud instead of a bang when you had to get up, at the crack of dawn, drag your sweet little Lily out of bed, and take me and my sweet little Ethan to the airport. Sorry.
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