Backs have been scratched...
Heads have been patted....
Prayers have been lifted....
And lamp strings have been pulled.
I have tucked my three charges in for the evening.
Ah.
After this nightly ritual, I most often feel so exhausted and spent - that the only thing I can do is rinse off in hot water and slide between cool sheets.
But sometimes....
I feel such a longing for a filling, that I stay up and attempt to do something that replenishes the tank.
This usually involves reading or writing.
Tonight, it's the latter.
I've lit the candle once again that sits to the left of my typing fingers here, and Song for Sienna has already come through my computer speakers.
The husband is sitting at the end of our dining table, hot cup of Texas Pecan coffee in hand, staying up late to situate Sunday's sermon.
He loves this.
And I love watching him love something.
Seeing your spouse in a role that rings true to his core - this is a gift.
Thank you, God.
Today was filled with life, and extracurriculars, and history lessons, and more than a few sibling squabbles.
Piano this morning, dance this afternoon, all manner of attempted learning in-between, dinner scarfed down and dinner cleaned up - it was a full, round 24 hours.
My eyes are drooped.
And I'm leaning back far in this uncomfortable desk chair.
And I feel tired, a bit more full, and grateful as I glance at the bed behind me - ready for the plop down.
There is much on my mind. Things, people, places I want to bring up to you. Those posts are in process.... working themselves out, freeing themselves up, and will hopefully be published in a relatively short fashion. :)
Blowing out the wick now, friends.
My cherubs will charge the day in no time.
