I've been fairy quiet in this place lately. It's just so easy to become overwhelmed by life and forget to make time to reflect and record the days. Oh, I write in my own journals every day. But, there's just something about sharing your stories with someone else that I find compelling. So. Here I am again, after months of near silence, hoping I still have someone who wants to hear a few of my ramblings.
Nearly a month ago, Sloane had a bike wreck and received a concussion. For the first several hours she couldn't remember the past three days or form new memories. Those were a few long, scary hours, let me tell you. She had a few weeks of no physical activity and a lot of brain rest. From there, our schedule jumped right into full on crazy. I was gone for work, we had guests, I had parent teacher conferences, grade cards are nearly due... Blah, blah, blah. We all have busy lives and busy seasons. February has been one of mine. I'm just weary.
It's a simple thing, really: quiet time in a bookstore and cheesecake. It's also profound. You see, Jeffrey knows me. He knows me and he loves me and he looks for ways to give me what I need (quiet) and what I enjoy (chocolate). Cheesecake is a small thing. It can also be everything, can't it?