i don’t have much to say these days…
i watch my bird.Â a lot.Â i’m not sure why i’m so fascinated by a small yellow thing but i am.Â and she’s loud.Â like really really loud.Â i love it.
the US Open is currently taking place seven hours south of us.Â and the tv is on constantly.Â for a family that’s not too into sports we sure do take our tennis seriously.Â nadal, federer, venus (who names their daughter that?) & serena williams, clijster — we throw these names around like they’re our best friends.Â and then after sitting on couches watching game after game, cars leave the house full of individuals carrying their own cheap $20 walmart rackets as they try to replicate what they just watched.Â i love my family.
i went away yesterday.Â i took a day off.Â as much as i love my weekends away, they exhaust me.Â all the running around, trying to pack much into so few days — you come back more tired than when you left.Â but a day where i sleep and go somewhere with no set plan and with two darlings who are content to relax in silence?Â it’s what this tired soul needed.Â i found myself thinking when i wanted but with no pressure to figure out any of the world’s problems right then and there.Â and then sometimes i did nothing at all with my head and felt no guilt for not analyzing everything nonstop.Â it was all so very wonderful.
i read this today.Â she’s one of my favorites.Â i turned to the pretty face i see every single day and hoped out loud, “someday, i want to be as good as ann voskamp.”Â i won’t ever be as deep a thinker as her or have a life exactly like hers and i’m okay with that.Â but the goodness?Â the ability to find joy in the mundane?Â looking for God in the ugly and broken?Â i want that.