I am struggling to find the time to take my children outside these days. They are so full of energy that I cringe with guilt when I haven't been able to take them out. The daily temperature oscillates from -3 to +6... a rocky transition time between winter and spring for sure. In spite of that, my babies love to ride their bikes. M is building serious leg muscles with all the uphill peddling that he's been doing. J is content to be pushed with an occasional peddle inserted willy-nilly.
Putting aside my tired (and possibly lazy-fueled) grumbling, I am thankful for these times - my children simplify life in extraordinary ways. They have brought so much pure and simple beauty into my life that I cannot for a moment imagine life without them.
Our hearts are full of emotions right now. We are feeling the pull of finding a home more and more each day. Which one shall we choose, or perhaps, which one shall choose us? We feel the clock ticking away so quickly that a panicky "we need to choose a house right now!" escapes us. And then we remind each other that the first jump is the hardest and this will be our very first house. So we relax a little and continue our hunt with determined purpose.
I hope with all my heart to start my next post, or the one thereafter with: WE FOUND OUR HOME SWEET HOME AT LAST.