I said it earlier that while I absolutely love the challenge to write each day throughout March, I also really appreciate the relief I feel not having to post daily once the challenge is complete.
But there’s another component that I didn’t mention…one that perhaps I didn’t even recall until now. I also feel a sense of longing, like I miss that daily report, sharing that little tidbit that I wanted to remember that March day. Today, I feel that. I sat here in the quiet condo, enjoying my morning coffee and little quiet time spent reading a devotional and then even doing a bit of schoolwork. I thought about our drive south on Saturday and how the pinkish-purple flowering trees looked so beautiful as they dotted the dark brown landscape of trees awaiting their foliage. I recalled the sun and the warmth and the gratitude I held close at being able to escape for just a few days to spend time together laughing and loving life.
I’ve often said that I need to do a month-long challenge at another time of year, so that I’m not always reflecting on the same annual occurrences (Calder’s birthday, my birthday, spring, etc.). And today I want to remember how intently Calder spoke about how awesome it would be if J.K. Rowling applied to be a teacher at his school and how fantastic it would be if he was in her class. He laughed at how she would probably be OK with him reading all the time, especially if he was reading Harry Potter! I want to recall the way Seneca spoke in the pool yesterday and said she thought she was picking up their accent. And yes, I even want to remember the horrible bird droppings that splattered our windshield and made us laugh, or the way Seneca wanted to have a fancy dinner last night and as she approached our table to ask if we’d like the special (tortellini with smoked sausage and sweet peppers) Calder let ‘er rip. We all laughed and I’m sure this meal will now and forever be referred to as “toot”-ellini and we’ll all remember our first meal of Spring Break 2016!
So, yes, I’m enjoying the readjustment to life and hoping to hold on to this need to keep writing. To continue to see life with wonder and feel the pull to write about it.