Family

Ever since I had my first baby, I knew I wanted our family to be different somehow.  I feel like every minute of my life since then has been spent striving to create the family I dreamed of having.  I have been so imperfect.

Somehow, in all of the imperfection, there is still always the ability at the end of the day to make it right.  “I’m sorry” or “I was wrong” are as important to us as “I love you.”

Our oldest was gone all week at camp.  I felt her absence keenly, and I think she felt ours.  A family is a fragile thing.  It should be handled with absolute care, above all things.  All things.

I feel such deep contentment being back together, and lately, I feel the most incredible peace I’ve ever had in my life.  I feel like I am finally seeing the incredible result of two people who love each other and their family so dearly.  I feel so grateful for the tremendous work of creating hallowed walls, where lovely, delicate seedlings are growing together, making ready someday to spread their peace and joy.