Summer Dirt

We're visiting my dad in Nebraska, me and the girls, and we've reached that point in our trip where the girls are up late every night playing. They are out playing with friends of the family close enough to be called cousins, they are out picking from the garden or the fruit trees or playing by themselves some game they've made up and the rules change constantly. Bedtime gets later and later every night because I don't have the heart to to call them knowing the fun they're having will be ending soon, school's right around the corner and our trip home will be here before we know it, but oh how wonderful they are right now.

I've had to give the girls a shower every night before bed, because of the the good ol' summer Nebraska dirt that is covering each girl from head to toe by the end of each day. I don't mind though, I load all three up and let them play briefly and get them out. I know that with that dirt comes a day full of play, of imagination and fun and friends and family. I remember my childhood here in Wilber and I wouldn't change it for the world and I'm so glad that for these three weeks my girls are experiencing it as well. It's worth a little extra work every night.
Not to mention how well everyone has been sleeping!

It's Time... *I* Need this

It's time. I need to carve out the time. Find the time, I'm going to loose myself if I don't, and regret the fact I don't have down what I should. I *must* get this blog up and running, I *must* write, get out what my soul is wanting to say, needing to say. I'll be sorry if I don't, there's so little of me that I recognize these days that I need to claim this, even if it isn't about me. Ya know?