day 4 of the most oppressive fog i think i've seen in my life.
day 4 of not seeing the sun.
day 4 of feeling like i'm living in a cloud.
day 4 of fuzzy frizzy hair.
but i don't complain. i sit back snuggled up on my extra long cardigan and llbean slippers and sip my coffee and watch the kids run around the house pretending to be jaguars. i watch theodore standup and sit back down. repeat. repeat. repeat. i sit back and think 'dang. i am so lucky.'
through the fog of a teething baby, frustrated 4yr old finding his voice, a 3yr old struggling to keep up. through the fog of sleepless nights, daylight savings, time zone changes, navigating a new grocery store. through the fog of a new work schedule, new parks, new routines. through the fog i know the light is there. i know behind the seemingly solid wall of grey there is a bright sun shining behind it.
this season is such a strange one for me. a strange one for a lot of people as we enter spring. there's something about spring time that makes my heart beat a little faster. maybe it's because i'm a midwestern girl and can't stand winter, but the anticipation of the spring season get me giddy. my children have grown so much in the last few weeks. or so it seems. they're growing every day but it's getting more difficult to see. as babies, things happen so quickly. milestones are hit in the blink of an eye. but as they grow older, there's a kind of fog that surrounds them as they're working through something new. a new attitude, a new emotion, a new way of handling themselves. and it's not until the fog lifts, slowly but surely, we see the change. we see our bright little one again in a new light.
i'm starting to see the changes in my children. in myself. in our family.
the fog is beginning to lift.
i'm looking for the sun.