I've been thinking HOPE will be my word for 2022. I have never done this before but it feels right this year, comforting even. The last seven months have really stretched us and we're a little tired from it all. And at the same time, just fine. Really, when I look around at the kids and the house everything is fine. We may not be as productive as some families, we're not taking trips, or doing lessons or teams, but we're together and learning how to live together. Maybe these other things are distractions from what really matters? Not that travel, or teams is bad but maybe it doesn't matter as much as we think. Maybe what really matters are the goodnight hugs, eye contact, really listening, smiling when you don't feel like it.
Lent is right around the corner and I'm nervous, I always get nervous before a fast. I wish I didn't. Some people seem so excited about lent, and I don't get it. Maybe one day I will.
Today we did school, watched Old Yeller with the younger kids (I love this movie!), baked cookies, cleaned and decluttered under Felicity's bed, took a nap with Moses, made dinner, played Trouble with Felicity and Moses. Sometimes I like to write down what I did in a day. Today felt hard, inwardly, but outwardly it was pretty lovely.
Poor Eleanor has a low grade fever and doesn't feel well. I'm so tired of sickness! Lord have mercy on us.
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