Looking Up

Thank you all for your support and words of comfort. The story is not mine to tell but all is well. I've just come back from nearly 3 weeks with my daughter in law and grand daughter. We spent two days packing, two days travelling, and another two days unpacking in the big move to Ft Campbell.

It was my absolute pleasure and delight to see the world through the eyes of a 3 year old. Lying on your back looking up through an oak tree with the promise of spring in its green leaf buds takes on a whole new meaning when you do that with a toddler. Life is good. Life holds magic.

Being 3 years old is serious business when you get out the side walk chalk. There is no thought of colouring outside the lines. You just make your mark. You do it with no preconceived notion of how it is supposed to be.

Kicking a ball is an experience of wild abandon. Your whole body is involved, your arms pin wheel, you jump, you fly!

Going down the twisty slide is sometimes best in the arms of your mother. Life is absolutely packed with newness and beauty. I hope I can hold onto this. Because being three is magic.

We've got the 'girls' settled into their new home. All that's missing now is Daddy. He should be home from Afghanistan in a month. Me? I feel so priviliged to be part of this lovely family. I miss them so much and it has only been a little more than a day since I left.

I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things here at home. Many ideas, many changes of our own on the horizon.

Thank you all for being there! I'll be catching up with you over the next couple of days.