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I made myself walk yesterday.  I mean, the temperature was perfect, but the sun was again stirring a cauldron of clouds that looked like stormy weather.  The whole way out, clouds were gathering in front of me and I kept thinking, Oh geez - I will be just about as far away from the house as I can be when this storm breaks!  But the clouds kept parting and clashing in new, breathtaking ways and never rallied to storm.  When I turned around at the 2.5 mile mark, I could see that the *real* threat of rain was now sitting over our house!  I was so focused on the potential storm in front of me! 

But it's only rain.  Who cares if we stroll in the rain? We ended up not getting caught in it, either.  But Nicole said that since I seemed determined to walk (whatever the weather) that she is going to invest in a rain canopy for the stroller.

It is a gorgeous time to live in Virginia. The view from my training room:

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Our porch is also coming to life, again. I love sitting out on the porch watching the world go by. All this rain also makes everything sparkly:

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My mother-in-law arrives Friday for two weeks. I am off next week. I WILL make it!

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I made myself walk yesterday.  I mean, the temperature was perfect, but the sun was again stirring a cauldron of clouds that looked like stormy weather.  The whole way out, clouds were gathering in front of me and I kept thinking, Oh geez - I will be just about as far away from the house as I can be when this storm breaks!  But the clouds kept parting and clashing in new, breathtaking ways and never rallied to storm.  When I turned around at the 2.5 mile mark, I could see that the *real* threat of rain was now sitting over our house!  I was so focused on the potential storm in front of me! 

But it's only rain.  Who cares if we stroll in the rain? We ended up not getting caught in it, either.  But Nicole said that since I seemed determined to walk (whatever the weather) that she is going to invest in a rain canopy for the stroller.

It is a gorgeous time to live in Virginia. The view from my training room:

From Drop Box

Our porch is also coming to life, again. I love sitting out on the porch watching the world go by. All this rain also makes everything sparkly:

From Drop Box

My mother-in-law arrives Friday for two weeks. I am off next week. I WILL make it!

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Some days I find it hard to believe I have a career. And children. But mostly a career. I still see myself as a college student, living in the thick Virginia Springtime, falling in love with Nicole and basking in the sunshine together like the days will never end and the honeysuckle will bloom forevermore.

I put on a jean skirt today that falls just above the knee and didn’t notice until I got to work that my knees are all banged up and bruised from playing with little boys and my own tendency to bump into stationary objects. I felt like a knock-kneed tom-boy masquerading as a career-woman when I flashed my badge to the electronic key plate and made my way in to the labyrinth that is this cube-farm full of people. I self consciously went into Aunt E’s training room and asked her if she could totally tell I was all bruised up.

She said I look so healthy and happy. I’ve gotten tan (I guess) on my walks with the boys in the afternoons, she said I glow and it looks unforced and easy, carefree and unintentional. I left with my heart swimming a little in the joy and I can’t lie- I love being a 30 something with bruised up knees from playing too hard. Play. On. I say!

My mind is a wandering, foolish thing these days – full of sidewalk chalk and bubbles, slides and monkey bars, cooking and cuddling. I already feel the pull of an endless summer, Cave Mountain Lake, barbeque and road trips. House projects, art projects, project projects. Life is a shiny thing and the magpie in me wants to hoard all of these things and lay with them in the tall grass forever and ever.

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Some days I find it hard to believe I have a career. And children. But mostly a career. I still see myself as a college student, living in the thick Virginia Springtime, falling in love with Nicole and basking in the sunshine together like the days will never end and the honeysuckle will bloom forevermore.

I put on a jean skirt today that falls just above the knee and didn’t notice until I got to work that my knees are all banged up and bruised from playing with little boys and my own tendency to bump into stationary objects. I felt like a knock-kneed tom-boy masquerading as a career-woman when I flashed my badge to the electronic key plate and made my way in to the labyrinth that is this cube-farm full of people. I self consciously went into Aunt E’s training room and asked her if she could totally tell I was all bruised up.

She said I look so healthy and happy. I’ve gotten tan (I guess) on my walks with the boys in the afternoons, she said I glow and it looks unforced and easy, carefree and unintentional. I left with my heart swimming a little in the joy and I can’t lie- I love being a 30 something with bruised up knees from playing too hard. Play. On. I say!

My mind is a wandering, foolish thing these days – full of sidewalk chalk and bubbles, slides and monkey bars, cooking and cuddling. I already feel the pull of an endless summer, Cave Mountain Lake, barbeque and road trips. House projects, art projects, project projects. Life is a shiny thing and the magpie in me wants to hoard all of these things and lay with them in the tall grass forever and ever.

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