I've been quiet lately on the blogging front because of grandparents' visits. Not that I haven't thought about writing but I can't seem to find the mental space to actually put my thoughts to screen.
Nonetheless, spring officially arrived last Sunday bringing days and days of relentless rain. Eden turned three last week but it rained on our picnic plans so we celebrated quietly at home.
Last year when she turned two, I threw her a monkey party complete with monkey themed favors, balloons, picnic food etc. I figured it would be her last big bash for a while since I was 8 months pregnant with No. 2. My son, Eliot, arrived late Spring last year and he will be turning one in a few weeks. I'm not planning any big to-do for him either.
But party or no party this year, I am grateful for my children - who are growing every day into their uniquely quirky little selves. I'm grateful for the rain, and for the nourishment that it brings to the earth despite the damper that it throws on my plans. I think about the unspeakable suffering that must be endured by parents and children, separated by the wreckage caused by the tsunami in Japan. Its good just having my children with me. So very very good enough.
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