A deep sigh of relief

Finally, after a hectic spring complicated by tough emotional battles and wrestling with God and myself, it feels like I can settle into a summer routine. I am facing summer with a healthier perspective on some personal issues and hoping to carry forward the lessons learned.

I woke up extra early this morning and wandered into my garden to plant just a few more things - a "Farmers' Market" blend of lettuces and some swiss chard. I had my headphones on, listening to a playlist that includes pretty, pensive songs like Michael Buble's "Home" and and Alison Krauss's "Gravity". The sun was up but hadn't made it's way past our garage roof or the trees in our backyard, so the light was still cool and green. Worms wriggled in the soil I loosened. I sprinkled the tiny seeds, then gently spread the dirt over them. In a week or two, that black dirt will be covered with a fine layer of tiny green seedlings. It makes me smile.

This process of gardening does something good for my soul. Every spring I enjoy thinking about what I'll grow that year. I do pretty much the same thing each summer, but have experimented occasionally with pumpkins, various cucumbers, and varieties of green beans. I love choosing my seeds, preparing the soil, waiting for those tiny plants to push their way into the light, then picking and eating something that God and I grew. It is like a tiny miracle in my own yard.

As I pick up my tools and get ready to head inside, I hear the tinkle of Ruca's collar. My neighbors' dog is my good buddy. I put my hand through the fence and she comes close so I can give her ears a good morning scratch. And then here comes Kai - the little boy who has done so much to heal my soul, to heal the hurt of not having children of our own - a miracle in itself. A smile breaks across my face as he toddles over, smiling and cooing, bringing me one of his dad's yard tools.

I am so thankful for this quiet morning full of lovely gifts. An early snuggle with Egg. The joy of my garden. Ruca's moist kisses. Kai's smile. The peace of my garden.

How wonderful the quiet of summer mornings. How wonderful the neighbors and friends who fill my life. How wonderful.

Another milestone...

May 9th of this year was the 28th anniversary of Tim and my first date and we have been in love ever since. Not a day, since that first date, have we been apart in our hearts. Perhaps this is why we tend to celebrate our first date more than our wedding anniversary. :-)

I am so thankful for the man, the friend, the husband with whom God has gifted me. He is my best friend, my strongest supporter, my funniest friend, my love.

He is an extraordinary husband who works hard to provide for me, who desires to love me the best way he can, who wants me to have peace and joy every day. What a privilege to live each day knowing I am loved, adored, appreciated.  

Our marriage is, by no means, perfect, but we are so thankful for the special relationship we have, the peace we've cultivated, the trust we have in one another, and the healthy patterns that God has helped us learn. 

Happy anniversary, baby.