I’ve been focusing lately on enjoying life. I’ve learned there’s a balance. I enjoy what I have. I’m at a certain place in my life, and I can choose to enjoy it even when it’s not perfect or at times frustrating. I can love my husband, my children, my home, my community. The kids might spill milk all over the kitchen repeatedly, my house is old and always in need of some repair, the garden is full of weeds. But I can still choose to enjoy it by being present and grateful. And really, it’s easy to enjoy. I have a very blessed life.

I also seek out things to enjoy. But I’ve learned this isn’t going out and trying to make life perfect or awesome, but more taking notice of the things that bring me and the people around me joy and striving to do them more. And doing less of the things that are optional and don’t really bring the same level of joy. So I’ve been going up to the lake or wandering around a campground, and I’m careful when I sign up for new activities.

My kids are doing so well lately. Curtis has gone from hardly talking to asking questions all the time. My main mental exercise is how to explain time to him when he doesn’t really understand what a half an hour or next Thursday is. He’ll keep asking, “Well, when is that?” until he understands.

 Henry is starting to talk. His favorite words are titty, shoe, gock (sock), and he has the hilarious habit of calling his older brother Pe-pe.

Peter is excelling at school this year, and loves to ready. Lately, he’s been reading hours every day to help his class at school get a pizza party.