There is a pack that I pick up and wear every day.
I need it for the journey.
Its contents have been carefully selected, but even so, they feel heavy after a while.
Stamina is needed to carry the extra weight, and so I do what I can to keep my energy high. At times, I have even sprinted with it on.
At other times, it feels so heavy, I cannot help but cry. Knowing that failure is the inability to carry the weight. Knowing that I will be lost without the contents. That somehow, I must find hidden strength and persevere.
It is an honour to be on this path. To have direction. To see a way forward. To know, that if the journey is made successfully, it will all be worth it.
This is my mood coming out of a weekend with Henry that was exhilarating.
Our time together is like walking the Yellow Brick Road; certain that we're on the right path, but not exactly sure how everything will play out.
Saturday's highlights were going for a bike ride and trying out the local swimming pool. Henry was apprehensive about swimming, and once in the water was all tense and chattering teeth. But after a few minutes he relaxed somewhat and we ended up staying the whole hour with Henry asking to stay longer and to come back again.
Sunday's highlights were choir at church and going to Henry's 2nd cousin's 6th birthday party just out of the city. There was a bouncy castle, water guns, relay races...and he got to spend a little time with his great grandpa.
What I enjoy most about being with Henry is his honesty and sense of humour. He is exploring sounds, silly faces and how to tell a good joke. There is some whining, but he is finding that it does not result in getting what he wants. Patience and good manners on the other hand, do.
And so, the rest IN PICTURES
|Picking Henry up from school.|
|Bread made from scratch. |
Henry helped to kneed.
|Ivy on the window = better than curtains.|