|image by crilleb50|
He didn't look up as I approached but slid over, making room for me on the bench. I caught a whiff of Eternity.
"I can tell you're having a time," I said, "and I am, too. My renters are late, again, and my older son has a 'D' in science. The baby's teething and keeping me up at night. My toddlers are, you know: toddlers, and no offense, but my husband is, you know: a man. I'm worried about my brother and a half dozen other people. I guess you could say I'm just flat-out overwhelmed."
I took a deep breath and asked: "What about you? Why are you having a time?"
"Because you're here," he sighed, "talking my head off. Interrupting the time of my life."
It's been a while since I've linked up at The Mag, but when I saw the image above, I felt like I had a story to tell. I wanted to remind myself, really, to refrain from interrupting others' peace with my bellyaching.
In tricky seasons, it doesn't hurt to tap into my creative self. As you can see (below), I was blessed to incorporate photography (along with creative writing) into my weekend. I like to give Jim a hard time, but he and the children are all generally very patient and supportive. I photographed a family of eight (or ten, depending upon how you look at it), yesterday, and Jim--after tying a ladder (that I didn't use) to the roof of the minivan--played with the little kids while I snapped away and Cade trailed behind carrying props (that I didn't, for the most part, use). I give thanks for my family. The photos below were all taken today, at home.