The Pace of Life...

I'm astounded at how fast time flies and the pace of life as a full-time wife, parent, worker bee, etc. All roads point to "responsibility". Isn't being a grow-up fun? As I near 40, I find myself reflecting on who I am, where I've been and how much the last few years have changed not only my life, but the pace of it. As a kid dying to grow-up time seemed to drag by, every moment (especially when I was waiting/hurting/longing) seemed to last an eternity. Time seems to race by, moments become days, days become years.

Linz and I spend time talking/reminiscing about the good ol' days during our evening walks with the babies and Mowgli. In August, Linz & I will celebrate 3 years of marriage... which we find very hard to believe. Seems like we've been together forever , I can hardly remember life before Linz.

While sometimes it would be nice to "check out" for a day or two, I don't think I would change a thing. Funny, it is becoming harder to remember life before Neisha & Dylan, I for sure don't remember life before Mowgli. I thought we were busy before doing "important grown-up stuff", we were absolutely clueless.

Last week was really rough, from a broken water tank, refrigerator, to issues at work, fussy babies and everything in between. Catastrophic System Failure and Grandma Gemma had only been gone less than 2 weeks. Funny how tsunamis of "stuff" comes down all at once. I hit my breaking point, no more project management ability left. I remember thinking, there is no way we are going to get through this and all of this stuff is bearable only because my husband Lindsay was standing right next to me working through it. When he couldn't be there, I had a good friend willing to drop everything, put her small kids in the car and come over (so I could take a shower and get ready for work). She brought joy, laughter and a hug -- without hesitation.

Angels with wings bug me, long story. I used to break the wings off of angels (recovering wing breaker) , it is a fetish really, just think it is weird that angels are depicted with bird wings. In my college years, I would engage in lengthy debate on the subject. Funniest thing happened, a friend of mind got a fortune cookie (after one of our heated debates, which included the breaking of wings) that read "Confucius say, Angel with arms is better than Angel with wings". I wasn't even there, her husband died laughing.

This week I prayed for mercy, sure needed some (fyi, when I pray for patience/strength, I get challenges) and peace came. Not through some super natural force of nature, a winged messenger or even a full stop to the challenges in my life --- peace and comfort came through ordinary people, doing simple things with great love --- angels with arms, my favorite kind!