The boys found this remarkable creature in our front yard on Wednesday. I was completely mesmerized by its graceful slow-pokiness and lime sherbet shade of green. How peaceful and uncomplicated was its trek over the mulch and beneath our Rhododendron. "Farewell, Beautiful," I whispered when he (she?) was finally out of sight, then hurried back to hurrying around because I, unlike my stately and sauntering friend here, have been tearing through these days like a turbulent tornado.
Last night, I had a break down - just a few tearful sniffles. My mama arms were achy from carrying, and unsuccessfully balancing, too, too many goals at once. The countdown to autumn is on and I'm sure you can relate to all of the "Must have dones" before school starts. I was blubbering about this to my husband, my husband with plenty on his own plate, and he assured me so calmly, kindly, confidently that all would be fine. My heart swelled with relief (ok, so maybe I was fishing for a little assurance), and renewed adoration for my even-keeled life partner with whom, by my side, I am just better.
Tomorrow morning we'll pack up the van and head to Upper Michigan for some unstructured quiet and relaxation. We'll be away for awhile, as a family, from our usual daily responsibilities and I, for one, am very, very thankful for this special opportunity. Toodeloo, planner and kitchen whiteboard all covered in "do this firsts" and "don't forgets"! I plan on catching my breath, and gaining a little perspective, before returning.