Jeff and I try to check in with each other regularly by asking about each other’s highs and lows. What was the best part of your day? What was the hardest part of your day? Upon some reflection, I thought it might be a way to reflect on the month. So here we go, the highs and lows of August 2013.
- Working on a maternity photo book with my hubby has been a meaningful way to slow down and acknowledge the incredible ways my body is changing and to think about the fact that we have a little one on the way. Watching this bump grow, feeling the little one kick, and spending quality time with Jeff has made this month particularly special.
- Traveling to Groveland for our 5th year wedding anniversary was definitely a highlight. We played games, went swimming in the lake, watched the stars, and most importantly had time to pay attention to each other with no distractions.
- Hiking with my sister.
- Hanging out with my mom while she painted the nursery. I tried to help, but she made sure I rested, only breathed in fresh air, and remained calm even when it turned out I didn’t have the right color paint. Moms are awesome.
- Making juice from our garden.
- Seeing old friends at Emerson Elementary. It was surreal not setting up a classroom this year and felt so good to touch base with them.
- Shopping and talking with my mom-in-law. I feel so lucky to have such a strong support system in my life.
- The family fantasy football draft was a riot. Much to our surprise, and Jeff’s delight, even grandma has joined in on the fun. Twelve glorious teams. Can’t wait to see who pulls out ahead.
- Saying goodbye (for now) as my little sister headed off to college. I’m so excited for her and her new adventure, but I have to say I’m going to miss having her close. I’m easing my pain by putting together care packages and chatting on skype, but it isn’t quite the same as having her here.
- The hardest part of this month revolved around my little urban flock. Blink started crowing at 6 o’clock in the morning and as a result had to find a new home. This broke my heart. It also broke the heart of one of the hens. She started self-mutilating, which isn’t all that common in chickens. Her injuries got worse and worse. My heart was broken for a second time when we woke to some really gruesome wounds. We took her into the vet who said the best thing would be to end her suffering. I’ve never had to do that before and hope I never have to do it again.
What are highs and lows of your life lately?