Well, nothing and everything.
We're just plain busy. Busier, possibly, than we ever have been. Okay, there's no possibly about it. We are busier than ever before. The two of us are working, a lot. And for me, it's my busiest "season" of the year that feels like it's nowhere near completion, though it's relatively around the corner. In a little more than 36 hours we'll begin moving in the largest Freshman class in Belmont's history, and I'm just ready for them to be here. And then it's a week of all-day, everyday festivities that are sure to wear me out.
I laugh now at how much a tease our time off in July was, because it seems like it was eons ago and the fumes I was riding on from that time are entirely gone. We've kept up, however, the habit of paying attention to life - to our relationships - with the Lord, with each other, and with our friends (things I felt I could hardly give anything towards in June but somehow regained in July). Just being present, even when you've got nothing to offer, can make all the difference.
'Til next time...
Take for instance this past weekend - our first full weekend home together since early June. We went to the Farmer's Market, cleaned and reorganized the apartment, hung out with friends, went to church, and after a brief pause of work for me on Sunday, we ate a great home cooked dinner of fried green tomatoes and mac & cheese, and watched Hot Shots Part Deux. It was so ridiculously normal and satisfying in a way I find difficult to explain. I only know that I am thankful for it.
It's stuff like that that I appreciate so much about having Cliff to come home to, to share my days with - even the ones littered with everything in life that can drain a person. And so even now, as I hear his keys making their way into our front lock, I'm going to bid adieu. We're off to escape the madness for just a little bit with a trip to the library and Pancho's for our pre-weekend weekend (since I won't have one at all).
I laugh now at how much a tease our time off in July was, because it seems like it was eons ago and the fumes I was riding on from that time are entirely gone. We've kept up, however, the habit of paying attention to life - to our relationships - with the Lord, with each other, and with our friends (things I felt I could hardly give anything towards in June but somehow regained in July). Just being present, even when you've got nothing to offer, can make all the difference.
'Til next time...
Take for instance this past weekend - our first full weekend home together since early June. We went to the Farmer's Market, cleaned and reorganized the apartment, hung out with friends, went to church, and after a brief pause of work for me on Sunday, we ate a great home cooked dinner of fried green tomatoes and mac & cheese, and watched Hot Shots Part Deux. It was so ridiculously normal and satisfying in a way I find difficult to explain. I only know that I am thankful for it.
It's stuff like that that I appreciate so much about having Cliff to come home to, to share my days with - even the ones littered with everything in life that can drain a person. And so even now, as I hear his keys making their way into our front lock, I'm going to bid adieu. We're off to escape the madness for just a little bit with a trip to the library and Pancho's for our pre-weekend weekend (since I won't have one at all).
