Moving mountains one rock at a time
It has been months or a year or more since I have seen the stars. There is a very physical connection I feel to my body when I look into the night sky and see the stars.
I must be longing to feel that connection, physically, to my body again.
Is that a funny thing? Maybe so, but it’s also a real spiritual connection that my body recognizes. My spirit is telling me that it barely recognizes this shell coating.
Spring has arrived, for now, and I keep reminding myself to hang in there. This was my last mid-west winter, just hold on a little longer.
I love that I have so much to look forward too. Sure, it’s a crazy, busy, hectic, albeit stressful life we have created for ourselves. But Spencer and I have the best of the best kind of blessed life. We get to be together in all the down and uphills.
In the next few weeks we should be moving into our first two bedroom apartment. I can’t believe its finally happening. We are preparing for the little things that may be coming our way. Whether that is an at-home work office for me or a baby room only time will tell.
Just hanging on- we are almost there.
