Today was Miles' last day of school for the year. Recently I read something that a friend wrote, stating that since the death of her mother she no longer gets sad about how quickly milestones seem to pass, but rather rejoices in the fact that she gets to be here to see them happen. For that reason I decided I was not going to cry today, but rather rejoice. You see, I realized yesterday that I really only have about 12 more summers with Miles. And if we're being honest, it's more like 8. Eight more summers of picnics and bike rides and adventures. I don't have a minute to waste - unless I feel like wasting a minute. It's my summer and we'll do what we want.
This has been a big year for us, but there are a number of things that are coming to an end here in the next couple of weeks. The first, and obvious one is school. Miles and Liam are both done. They both had a amazing teachers that stretched them in ways I never could have. I believe with every ounce of my being that Miles' teachers may have changed the course of his academic career simply by being amazing. Remember above when I said I wasn't going to cry? I did a tiny bit when I said goodbye to those ladies. They are miracle workers, they are.
The next is my job. I've really liked it. It paid next to nothing, but the hours were flexible - which proved to be a blessing when Miles' schedule had to be rearranged at the beginning of the year. Honestly, if I would have been working full-time, I'm not sure how we would have done it. But now it's time for the next step - a new job. A full-time job. A job I wasn't really looking for, but absolutely can't wait to start. I'll tell you more later. Here's a spoiler - it's teaching art.
A finally, the end of this month will mark one year since we've been back. I feel like that life is continuously slipping further and further away from me - which I guess is the whole point of living one's life. I'm no longer the outsider that moved here from overseas. I'm just boring old Tiffany - wife to Dustin, retired Hornet basketball number 44. Just kidding (although I wish I was more kidding).
The truth of this past year is the everything fell into place perfectly how it was supposed to. When I was praying and crying fervently for jobs and homes to just appear for us last year, they did (although not when and where I thought they would). When I wanted to find a job that would allow me to stay home a great deal, I found it. And when I decided I was ready to try something more - boom.
Today I am thankful for smooth sailing and transitions on sometimes rough seas.
And the it has been a year with all of the above.
This has been a big year for us, but there are a number of things that are coming to an end here in the next couple of weeks. The first, and obvious one is school. Miles and Liam are both done. They both had a amazing teachers that stretched them in ways I never could have. I believe with every ounce of my being that Miles' teachers may have changed the course of his academic career simply by being amazing. Remember above when I said I wasn't going to cry? I did a tiny bit when I said goodbye to those ladies. They are miracle workers, they are.
The next is my job. I've really liked it. It paid next to nothing, but the hours were flexible - which proved to be a blessing when Miles' schedule had to be rearranged at the beginning of the year. Honestly, if I would have been working full-time, I'm not sure how we would have done it. But now it's time for the next step - a new job. A full-time job. A job I wasn't really looking for, but absolutely can't wait to start. I'll tell you more later. Here's a spoiler - it's teaching art.
A finally, the end of this month will mark one year since we've been back. I feel like that life is continuously slipping further and further away from me - which I guess is the whole point of living one's life. I'm no longer the outsider that moved here from overseas. I'm just boring old Tiffany - wife to Dustin, retired Hornet basketball number 44. Just kidding (although I wish I was more kidding).
The truth of this past year is the everything fell into place perfectly how it was supposed to. When I was praying and crying fervently for jobs and homes to just appear for us last year, they did (although not when and where I thought they would). When I wanted to find a job that would allow me to stay home a great deal, I found it. And when I decided I was ready to try something more - boom.
Today I am thankful for smooth sailing and transitions on sometimes rough seas.
And the it has been a year with all of the above.
1 comments:
Such a great post. How He moves is always a mystery to me but in retrospect...He brings it all together. I choked up at the only 12 summers...the days can be long but the years are so very short. So blessed to call you friend.
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