Back At It

Only this time, a little more full in the family tank. Which helps - a lot.

We talked some, last night, about how we're going to make all of this work. I am particularly feeling the crunch of this new job (that I am crazy about), this particularly time-sucking hobby (that I love), and my ability to be a good and present wife (to a man who is incredible). I didn't have to feel the crunch very much this weekend and then it hit me, again, when I started jotting down my to-do list for the week on two pages worth of a mini yellow legal pad. This particular season adds to it that measure of stress and urgency, when all I hope to be is reflective and expectant as we celebrate such a joyous gift - which is what the season actually calls for.

On our drive home from the airport, Cliff mentioned that no matter what I've got going on, he wants to be in on the planning - even if its just to watch me write those to-dos and understand how and when he should help. I am so thankful that I have someone willing to put up with me. Someone to call in the middle of the day when I can't figure out whether I should keep an engagement at the cost of a more important one, and vice versa. And someone who will tell me that I'm doing a great job because he means it and not because he's supposed to tell me that to make me happy.

I take that for granted, a lot. But not at moments like these. Because in this new season of selective and necessary imbalances (as Andrew likes to call them), having the support, the understanding, and the flexibility Cliff is offering is just astonishing. And I'm thankful for that.