As always though, I get drawn back in, urging to write as if what I say is actually interesting or worthwhile. I love my little space that has become an extension of both my mind and heart. An extra space to sort things out and hold memories. Ones that, this past week, are itching to be shared.
|Fiona and I wore matching 3/21 shirts with the DS Ribbon. Awareness starts sparking a conversation that leads to educating.|
Then things got much better. Because its Season in SWFL and that means people vacation here. Specifically, people we love but who we rarely get to see, vacation here. Like our best friends who moved to Nashville right after Fiona was born, and family that bring with them a momentary filling for that hole of living so far from them (surprising how quickly that hole empties, Nana Barb only left last week)- along with bringing cute Badgers cloths for the kids.
T-ball took a two week break thanks to Spring Break and a rained-out practice. Some enthusiasm died off a little, but it didn't take long for it to come back. Did I mention how much I love seeing my boys play sports? Really, I don't know if my excitement is for me and my husband, or, for my dad, who finally, after only having daughters, has his boys to pour his athletic pride over. Dad, you have to make it down for a game before the season is over.
|Love those dirt-stained pants|
As they are hers.
|Last year at this time. My, have they all grown.|