There's never a dull moment in this house. Regardless of the season. Between my precious offspring, their charming Dad and the rock throwing dog (I promise there will be a post about this sometime soon) I can barely wedge in time for showers and hand cream. I've always blogged as a creative outlet and a way to stay connected. Then along came Arthur and the pending arrival of Santa. A welcomed houseguest. The requisite holiday festivities. And the job change. Mine. By choice. There just wasn't time for one more thing. Not one single thing.
|Santa left hats for everyone!|
I have a new job and I LOVE it. A whole dang lot. My last day in my former position was just two weeks ago and I can't even fathom why I stayed there for eight years. It seems like it might have been three years too many. My fond memories are very, very faint.
The Athlete and The Princess are still my precious offspring. They're so amazing. Really amazing. Just so smart and articulate. And healthy and funny. And seven and nine for only a few more weeks. I am cherishing them as much as possible. Not tolerating. Cherishing.
Their Dad is still charming. Really, really charming. And gifted. And good to me. He's been so very supportive and patient with me in my job transition. He is coaching two basketball teams again this season and he makes me so proud when I watch him with those boys. He is such a strong and talented leader to them and a wonderful man. When I pray I always say thank you for him first. He is a gift.
More posts to follow. One for sure about the rock throwing dog. And the fashion show that is my new office and the trip to Rome I am taking in a few weeks. Pictures of my beautiful kids for sure. And a post about loss that's been in my heart. And . . . There's always so much.
So much to be thankful for. So much to want to capture before it's gone. The blog is a written catalog of our moments. Like a photo album with tons of text. Not ever to be forgotten.
Happy New Year. It's good to be back.