Beginning afresh

...because it is good for me, because it just is good...  I am thankful for:

1.  A loving heavenly Father who leads me, cares for me and on top of it all, romances me.

2.  A man of integrity that holds my hand, walks the present and looks into the future with me and as we take this journey, we look back and treasure the memories we have made together.

3.  Three little people + 1, miracles of life and love.

4.  A thousand questions asked by inquiring little minds.

5.  Lacking nothing of importance.

6.  Nail polish

7.  Three children who LOVE to snuggle.

8.  Toddler toes.

9.  Extended family.

10.  Reunions.

Life

Here I sit again, fighting the congestion left behind by a cold as best I can to avoid a sinus infection.  How has that become such a regular thing in my life, I don´t know.  All I know is that doing Nasal Rinses with the Netipot is definitely NOT the most pleasant thing to do while pregnant!

Our house is in upheaval, yet again... come to think of it...  I don´t think we have ever had an altogether house.  There is always a disarray of some sort as we move an old dresser out (or in), or change rooms around, or try a new way to "organize" all our STUFF, or try to fit in a new find that we really didn´t need but I really, really, REALLY liked, or... you get the picture.  There are still lists of projects that need tackling but since a box of books just arrived in preparation for school, today our closet-office-desk area will take priority over everything else.

Hubby has been busy measuring away and design has been discussed over and over as I tell him what I want and he tries to make it happen.  In the mean time, we have welcomed into our possession a beautiful drum table, an old 30s style lamp and a whole lot of other knick-knacks that we have inherited from Ben´s grandma´s apartment while trying to re-arrange the stuff that needs to be moved around so Ben can work on said project.  Walking through our living area is technically impossible right now and it only promises to get worse before it gets better.

But that brings me to another thought.  What we accumulate through life.  For a little over a week I have "helped" Mom L. go through Gradma´s things.  She has moved to an assisted living facility and suddenly the years of history accumulated in that little one-bedroom apartment need to be taken apart.  We have found notes written years and years and years ago... notes from Ben when he was still at school telling her he wouldn´t be in that day, reminding her to leave her door unlocked on a certain day at a certain time, notes from little ones attempting to write (who are now adults and have their own little ones attempting to write!), tourist brochures from lands visited, all sorts of things that have no real practical use except that of telling her story.  Little crumbs of life that she saved to remind herself, or maybe someone else, of where she´s been, of whom she´s been...  and as we distribute things around and make the "toss pile", the "give away" pile, the "ask-so-and-so pile", I look around my own house and wonder who will be sorting through my life when it is time to move on?  What legacy will I be leaving behind?  What message will be read in the footprints I leave... suddenly I have an urge to pick up and clean up all my clutter!

Pardon the ramble, it´s about the best I can do right now with little sleep and not feeling my best!