Monday, March 19, 2012

there and back again.

this weekend i blinked and we went through 3 and 1/2 gallons of milk.

the eye of the hurricane hit us on sunday, though momentarily, before chaos returned. our walk to and from church is just ours. simple time to be a family, to talk and to regroup before returning to the responsibilities of whichever destination.

the adventure of home is likened to a kingdom under siege. as the queen and commander, my time is spent at the front line of ever-spreading messiness. i protect seven princes and princesses under my stewardship from bombarding dangers. we anxiously await the return of a ranger who would be our king.

our expeditions to church are like a quest for magical artifacts that will grant unto us strength and great power for the war of the coming week. there we are uplifted. given hope that we can conquer our foe.

isn't that a horribly romantic view on the day-to-day? i accidentally made two lord-of-the-rings references while teaching my sunday school class. those teenagers sure humor me in my plentiful passion and affinity for great stories of valor.

speaking of romance, each day i walk by the below pictured sidewalk inscription. i wonder what ever happened to victoria and neil. how lovely to be so sure of feelings (i assume they were young lovers) as to set your heart in stone.

i'd like to pour concrete just so that i could write our names into it with love.

whew, i wish this giant weekend-made mess had never come to me.

"So do all who see such times. But that is not for us to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that we are given."

thanks, gandalf.

off to battle.


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Bridget said...

That picture of Fitz is precious beyond words. Unbelievably, adorably heart-wrenching.