I want to talk about Him and them and find the joy, happiness, and thanksgiving in all of our lives. I don't want to go months without a record of our lives allowing a journal filled with disjointed thoughts be all that connects the daily to the future.
To start again at this place, a list. . .
--the early morning (too?) sounding out of our December books on the couch--
--feeling like she is gaining confidence after all those hours of letter sounds--
--his imitation of her while being very much himself--
--a blue fountain pen--
--feeling like myself--
--looking for the morning to come--
--a programmable coffee pot--
--a birthday party for my dad--
I have found delight in 5:30 risings--the quiet stillness that heralds beauty, light, and children. This morning the quiet was broken much earlier than I anticipated or desired. It makes my heart race; I can find myself frustrated with the interruption. Then if I listen, if I share the morning, I can find joy, and sometimes happiness in the unquiet quiet early morning hours. The listing of delights helps.
Do you have lists? Do you have a list of joys?