|Me on my first day of school, 1989|
I will fight, blood and tears, to always drive the kids to school, even though they are dieing to ride a school bus someday. They can get their fill of that ride traveling for sports. No, school, they will be driven by me. Because I love that ten minute drive. The excitement, the chatter, and then the drive home filled with stories and reenactments of the days events. Children's love for learning is refreshing and inspiring. And watching their little wheels turn and click as they absorb and grasp information is a personal high. Like, this mornings ride, discovering a tiny rainbow and the oos and aas that accompanied that small learning moment.
We went from hardly ever getting any family time, to this. Its a privilege to stay home with the kids, and I thank my husband for making this work for our family. We just needed more of this in our life. Who cares about money, we are living big in our own way. Together.
How many weeks ago did I say I was thankful for my new running shoes? Well, they hit the pavement finally tonight. And it felt good. I have no desire in running marathons, but 2-3 miles is a natural high for me. A love that I have missed and neglected for the last year. Well, I am back. All it takes is getting out there once, and then I'm hooked again. Maybe some Fiona-mommy running time with all those 8 hours a week we get now with out the boys. Ya, I am loving that freedom. Megan, I'll be calling you about borrowing the single jogger till baby Walsh gets here.
Now, time to get back to Shark Week...