May 8, 2020

Can’t even tell you how many things went wrong and unexpectedly since we began work on this house 2.5+ yrs ago. We thought we’d be done with the renovation in an embarrassingly small amount of time. For two kids who struggle with self-confidence, we sure did think highly of our non-existent renovation skill set! 😉

By the time cancer took our lives by storm, we learned we had to slow down and learn to love the day to day details. The reality had hit us, the life of work really never ends. That feeling of eagerness and exhaustion, of excitement and frustration, of suffering and hope- it really is constant and forever. Everyday, a new high and low.

No more coping. Be ok now, we’ll be ok tomorrow. A wild ride, and we’re taking our turn making a thrill of it all. So, slow dance with me at the pity party, make wishes alongside our sorrow. It’s hide and seek in our retreat, taking turns while we count it out. With a plan made, it’s a plan changed. And every tale felt, all true.

Finishing this sprint in a marathon’s time. I call victory victory victory! Crowd is gone, still burst the line. Enjoy the finish dust now settled.

Downstairs cleaning yesterday and we couldn’t help but relish the range of responsibility this life has taken. I see sighs in the grey of the dust, the commitment to process as we wipe it up.

Cheers to the dreams of our today’s, as we gander always v bravely into unknown works of tomorrow. Make it happen, call it loud. Tongues out, peace signs. 😛 Grace, friends, and effort.