I am thankful for my husband, who cooks for me every night. Every time I sit down to a meal that he’s cooked, I feel deeply loved.
I am thinking of our friend from church, whose husband did die on Wednesday night as we had feared. The loneliness, and the emptiness…. my heart just aches for her.
I am typing away at the desk in our family room. Rick is in his study, working. The boys are upstairs, quiet and asleep. Such is the lull of our Saturday nights.
I feel so refreshed from our family time together yesterday. We went on a spontaneous road trip: we headed first to Church Point, where we stopped for coffee, sultana buns and a walk down to the wharf. From there, we drove to the West Head lookout where we saw the most spectacular views. Rick and I were literally breathless at the beauty that stretched before us. In the evening, we went to Dee Why to catch the sunset and watch the waves roll in.
I am learning to switch off and just be ‘present’ with the boys when I’m spending time with them. In fact, this week, I began putting my phone away so that I’m not tempted to check Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. There is still a long way to go, but baby steps are being made.
I am still in disbelief that the boys all ate their dinner tonight – happily and willingly. Three cheers for chicken and spiral pasta! Three cheers for daddy who cooks!
I am looking forward to dinner tomorrow night with my friends.
I am sipping cappuccino from a sachet, because we’re out of milk.
I am eager to get on with my scrapbooking!
I am missing my parents, who are still in Hong Kong.
I am shivering from the cold. Whatever happened to autumn?
I am tired.
I can’t believe it’s almost May.
I wish time would slow down.
I wish the boys didn’t grow up so fast.
I wish I could ease my friend’s pain. But I know I can’t. So instead, I shall weep with her, and grieve with her.
I shall cherish Rick all the more.
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