I've written a lot, in my prayer journal, in random spirals that I keep around the house, even on spare slips of paper I come across when my mind won't turn off at bedtime. But on blogger? Every time I sit down, my hands still. My mind blanks.
The first half of July was hard. Very hard. Loss does not get easier the more you experience it. And though it eases with time, the echoes of "what might have been" are still there.
And then the twins turned four. There was planning and crafting on my part and way too much time on pinterest. And then laughter and celebration with friends. Forty-plus people here - how did that happen?!
And then there was a work ceremony for Bryan. Something we had been waiting for since January, planning since May. And it finally happened last week. Outside. Well, sort of, in an open air building. In the Texas heat.
And now July is drawing to a close.
Friends have moved/are moving. Seasons of life for a military wife.
Making plans for a little family getaway sometime in August. We're horrible about actually taking a vacation. I've put my foot down and said We Are Going!
September approaches and our last transfer looms into view. Next cycle. Will this be it, finally?
But August comes first. And we will take our little vacation. And enjoy the present moment.