Moving not backwards.
Moving in a direction.
Which one will we choose?
Moving from the west to the east.
Finding the dance that takes you forward.
Into your dreams.
Into your spirit.
Into your spidey sense.
How does one stay present?
This is what I have learned and this is what propels me forward.
Taking peeks into the tiny, narrow, rear view mirror to pour gratitude into where I came from.
Looking straight-forward into my large, expansive windshield watching the exciting places I am going.
Eyes, wide open, looking for the gold thread of hope woven throughout my day.
Holding my empty hands of faith.
God’s goodness poured out over all our lives.
Into my hands.
Will we choose to look for it?
Will we choose to have open hands to receive it?
Dancing the dance of my life.
Mid-week bowling with the fam.
Hanging out at the alley.
Being silly and sane.
Getting out of routine.
Doing something not ordinary.
Throwing some balls.
Into the pins.
The rhythm of the school day is done.
Now it is time to have some unstructured fun.
Climbing walls with brothers three.
Dear God, please help me!
Eight years since Sexy Neck and I have skied together downhill… and yesterday we skied together for the first time as a family of five.
Amazing to stop and reflect on the past eight years.
Incredible to hear the stories of when Nana skied with Sexy Neck and JC two Christmases ago.
Awesome to feel the swoosh under my skis.
We still are planning on doing some nordic skiing with the boys.
Here they are getting ready:
JC was proud to use his birthday money to buy himself and the family a four person tent.
Tonight it was the inaugural backyard Campout.
Three fifths of the family are still in the tent sleeping.
Street light burning.
Traffic in the distance.
Just love this photo…
Love these kids sense of adventure and determination.
I love seeing my boys do something I enjoyed doing in University.
Ringing the bell!
We went to our Vtown library today.
Cancelled mom’s account.
Had a cry with our wonderful, caring library clerks.
Just a normal day in the hood.
Oh ya, we also got some books.
The boys picked up a skateboard book. They disappeared downstairs into Nana and Papa’s great basement.
While downstairs, they discovered this half pipe photo in the library book.
My parents have always had plywood boards with cut outs in them to create and play with. We had them as kids, then we gave them to our local elementary school in PG.
A few years ago, my dad made five more wooden boards for the grand kids to make forts, stores, and theatres with.
Today was a first for the boards in the Jenkins’ family – a half pipe.
I wonder what Nana would say.