For Good

These nights we've been reading two (or three or four) chapters of Flat Stanley instead rushing through one.  I've stopped suggesting my accelerated version of Battleship (hiding two ships instead of five....cruel, I know) when Russell challenges me to a combat.  No more watching from the sidelines at the pool.  I always get in now.......and I even sport my goggles.  Beside the fact that it's a sizzling hot look,  those underwater smiles are too valuable to miss.  Pancake making takes twice as long, but breakfast is never quite as tasty as when I let them stir. I squeeze these two a little tighter, speak to them a little softer, hold them a little closer, and sometimes, sometimes, I even find myself wishing the hours would pass a little slower.  I said sometimes. 

Still living real life here, but it is a better real.

All this an experience for good?  For sure.

Thank you for the comments and for the prayers and for being the best friends ever and for being understanding of my need to share such a personal and private experience as miscarriage is, in such a public way.  Attempting to give this kind of loss some sort of definition has helped me move along.  Pushing forward without pausing to recognize our little miracle of life for what it was was just not working for me.  This baby was real..... so real it has changed me................................it has changed me for good. 


Now on to happier happenings.  Yes please!!!


I think I can finally tell the difference between a plink and a plunk when choosing which watermelon I want to come home with me.  Two good ones in a row is breaking news around here.  What are some of your secrets to selecting the perfect watermelon?