we’re one hour into different.
the kids woke up earlier than a school day (OH MY!!!!) and keep saying, “i can’t believe we don’t have school!” we have a sweet baby friend coming over in a bit and micah has play plans with a school friend. i’m sitting in gratitude for what has been and what will be. my children enjoyed school, they tell stories of sticking up for kids, they had adults care for them, they learned more than i realize.
i’m also very aware that what became normal very quickly is over. my lunches in a bone quiet home. my afternoons to work on what i wanted when i wanted. my voice being unused for 3 hour chunks. but, bring on the negotiations, the calling, the answering all rooted in the gut deep knowledge that every day is a gift.