Holidays

Thanks to some beyond generous friends, we packed up last week and headed to the mountains.

It was perfect.

Nothing to do but play and rest.

A little skiing, some tobogganing, manicures and wii. 

A fireplace and a view.

See?

Perfect.

Homeschool

I am still convinced that this is the right choice for us. 

God is gently, well... mostly gently, teaching Ephram and I how to journey through this together.

I am grateful for the good days.

And trying to breathe through the bad days. 

It has never felt so important to keep sight of the big picture. 

Each day keeping sight of the big picture.

The Big Picture.

His education. 

I can do this.

maybe?

I am supposed to do this. 

I know I am.

So we plod on.
Not as fast as we 'should' be.
But committed to getting to our destination.
Together.

A date with my sewing machine.

Finally, FINALLY! I pulled out my machine, cut into some fabric, and gave these rusty sewing fingers a chance to make again.

Over the holidays my parents gave us their old Danish dining room table. The one I grew up living life around. Sitting there in the company of my machine, sewing for my little girly, I was reminded of so many moments watching my mom, at the very same table, sewing for hers. I love that.

It felt refreshing and inspiring to hear the hum of the machine. It felt good to create again. Wren got a new sweater to boot. So all around, a really wonderful date with my sewing machine. I need more of these.