There has been the Olympics.
There has been angst, tears, prayer, swearing and laughter.
There has been a fire.
There has been part-time, physically demanding work.
There has been the chaos of back-to-school registrations after three months of summer. Morgen will start a new high school, Max and Markus a new grade, and me a nursing degree, my heart slaloms between them all, praying they will be happy.
I have stood at my kitchen sink late at night, swirling my hands and unmatched dishes through the bubbles, listening to music that makes my feet disappear.
I have received emails, texts and presents from friends that have sprung leaks in my heart, reminding me that I am thought of, appreciated, loved.
I have asked for help (because I promised) and didn't explode or dissolve as a result. I have been surprised.
I have been insulted, complimented and challenged. By friends, and events, and the Lord.
I have been blessed. By friends, and events, and the Lord.
I will be writing again. More often.
I am still here.
