I think I’ve mentioned it before, we’ve been thinking and working and writing lists.
My old life feels uncomfortable.
James’ old life feels uncomfortable.
We feel a change in the air.
We keep our eyes open for signs and opportunities.
We struggle with questions like,
“What am I here to do?”
“How will we support our family?”
“Should I pursue this next new thing?”
It gets better when we spontaneously decide to go to a friend’s cabin in Guerneville for the night.
We brought the babies,
we experienced our first projectile car vomiting.
We sat around a fire, we watched the little ones run and run.
In the morning, we were served mimosas and amazing lemon-brown-sugar blueberry pancakes.
(The kids ran and ran and ran some more.)
My favorite, nay, most refreshing part of the evening?
Upon arrival, BMay handed us the most delicious drink.