claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
when i imagine a place called grateful lodge, i imagine wide open spaces, rich smelling oils, music rich in harmony, windows, water to sit in, good food and drink, unlimited pillows, crisp sheets…
well, we were at a place that met some of these criteria and i am pretty sure met all my kids’ criteria for a grateful lodge. (by the way, it wasn’t actually called grateful lodge except very sincerely by micah.) after all, why not? places to jump, snacks to eat, water to slide and swim in, memories old and made new again.
thanks to friends, we took off for a couple of days and a night to hang out.
then the shadows grew long and we wandered through the flint hills to make our way home.
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STOP THE PRESSES! HOLD YOUR HORSES! as i was just putting eliza to sleep, i was reminded of putting her to sleep at the grateful lodge which then reminded me of all the other hard parts. so, as a discipline to not just remember life through rose-colored glasses, let me also remember the screaming in the car, me using every bit of self control to not take away the privilidge to even step foot in the pool, holding eliza’s body still with my leg and my hand over her mouth since it was 11 at night and she was screaming, the coffee maker not working, not putting enough sunblock on, getting hit repeatedly by a grumpy and not-enough-sleep-or-protein micah, me making threats that i knew would never come true, oh boy. so, yeah, i will now look at the photos of us smiling and remember what was good. and what was good even in those hard parts.