Leave it to me to come up with neither a spiritually significant nor an emotionally evocative post title. Oh well.
A report is a report is a report, right?
Well, let me report this: as I'm typing this post, I'm eating my 2nd piece of Key Lime Pie. And the crumbs are falling into the keyboard, but I don't care.
I feel as though I am eating Florida sunshine. Because the last time we were there, on Anna Maria Island, we bought a Key Lime Pie just about every single day and ate it. Did you catch that? Practically a pie a day.
I think it's called "Key Lime" because it holds the key to my happiness.
Where was I? Oh, the report.
Here is a thumbnail of any holiday at the Crow house when the kids are all home: The driveway looks like a car lot. A football and Frisbee lie on the breakfast bar and kitchen table. Mountains of laundry appear. Food disappears. Silliness at every turn. I love it.
Saturday evening, I cooked. Sunday morning, I cooked. Then we went to church. GREAT service.
Here are my girls and I just before lunch. I don't know if you can tell or not, but the younger one is so hungry here that she's about to gnaw on her sister's arm. She always was the biter in the family.
Then we ate.
Then I took a walk around my neighborhood. I felt like a giant Humpty Dumpty deviled egg waddling through my neighborhood, but I did walk.
Then I went to see my friend, Diane, at the hospital. That was hard.
Then I came home and sat down to write this post and realized I needed some key lime motivation.
My emotions are pretty tricky right now. I'm keeping them smashed down until the appropriate moment to grieve fully. Maybe that's why my writing has lacked emotion lately.
I will tell you the last thing Diane whispered to me today (she actually called me back to her bed so that I would lean down to hear her): "Keep writing. Keep writing. Keep writing."
I will, Diane.
Thought I'd share this with you. I liked it a lot.