Sometimes there are no words. They just don't come. Maybe that's a sign that life is feeling safe.
My husband did have a birthday, the last in a series of three-in-a-row. Two daughters had birthdays just days before his. This was the big sixty birthday, which seems a bit awesome, and he insisted on 60 candles, which caused much smoke after the blowing out part. The girls blew up sixty balloons for him too, we made his favorite dinner, really, it was all fun. I met him when I was 23 and he was 26, so for the years to have passed so swiftly is mind-boggling. Sixty? You have got to be kidding. Oh whatever. I am so very thankful to have the years with him. Love. That. Man.
Planning on buying the oven part tomorrow, which we desperately need. Two weeks today until Thanksgiving, which has crept up on me as well. So grateful we get along with all of our children, regardless of the whirlwind of this year. Oldest son was here today with gifts for the birthday folks. Hadn't seen him in awhile, so I loved seeing him. Getting my hands around him for a hug.
And talked to California son yesterday and he'll be here for three weeks to visit at Christmas.
Really, I'm letting go of a lot of grief. God has the kids in His more-than-capable hands. I can rest in that for now. The holidays require such mental energy, and I just want to cook and welcome my family. No time for angst.
