Summertime has arrived in the PNW, finally. It might be a little quiet here, for lots of reasons. Mainly because we are out soaking up the sun, running through the sprinkler and eating everything grilled. The other reason is that we are hunkering down and trying to figure out this new family. How to make time for each other, ourselves and still eat well and play big.
So far it means lots of long walks and conversations that have to be carried through till the end, even if it means spelling out half the words or talking into the wee few hours we have of quite, peace and alone. Charlie and I are both figuring out that sacrificing that time to each other is worth it- more worth it than checking out online, playing sudoku or, even, sleep. We are coming out of the survival mode and needing to break new relational ground- parents of two, best friends, lovers and individuals. This takes work, but I am glad to be moving forward and putting in the hours and the work.
All that to say… I might have lots to write about if I get bold and share more of that story- the story of staying in love even in utter exhaustion and confusion. The story of parenting two busy and, often times, fussy girls. The story of nursing two and holding, wearing and attachment parenting two. But I am giving myself license to not say much, to be internal for a while and keep the growing quiet in our four walls and big back yard until we are into the flowering season. The beautiful time, that I know is coming, when all the work bursts free and all is bright again.
But for now we are enjoying Summer time. To the fullest.
Rinsing our carrots in the sprinkler.
And, of course, making home made marshmallows for the best s’mores ever.
Happy Summertime. Happy growing and changing. Tis our season.