Edit- On top of Sunday nights being a historically blue point in my week, I’ve just come back from dropping S back off at college. I get so so excited when my kids are coming home for the weekend. I think of it all week long, planning what to cook to send back with them, thinking of all the things I want to hear about, and it’s all I can do to not sit on the porch waiting (which I actually did this week!!). DH is usually the one to bring them home, and I get the sad job of taking them back. This is my second year of doing this, and I STILL feel sad all the way back home. Will that ever change? Next year I won’t even have one of them to ride back with me as K will be gone too. I’d like to find a cure for those Sunday night blues.
Add- My sweet sweet sister-in-law and her equally sweet daughter came for a visit from Ohio yesterday. For the greater part of their childhood, she was the chord that held DH’s fragile life together. Now that they are adults and even though we don’t see her nearly enough, she remains his anchor. I am grateful beyond words for her, and for her whole precious family. Why, oh why, do we go so long without seeing them? We need to add in some Ohio time soon.
Appreciate- Tuesday marks the end of another Farmer’s Market year. My admiration for the farmers who bring such goodness to that market just grows and grows. Theirs is hard and honest labor, and the slightest variations of weather can completely set them back. I am grateful for the life lessons that they, in their resilience, have taught me.