After both my older girls begged and pleaded, I sat down this weekend and read Counting by 7s. It was such a sweet and inspiring story. I cheered for Willow Chance and wanted to take her under my wing and nurture her. If you have a middle grade reader, I highly recommend this book about a girl who doesn't fit in and the community that comes to love her.
This weekend was a hint at what Mother Nature has in store for our part of the world if we can just be patient, just hold on a little bit longer. We spent it outside, with friends and family, celebrating the Red Bean's birthday (14!), her first 5k (she has two more this month), and go-go-going.
I'm learning how deeply grief can settle into a person, how hard it is to let go, how hard it is to hold on. I think there is a balance in the letting go and holding on but I've not found it yet. Instead I'm finding that je ne sais quoi in the small things like chilly morning walks, hot coffee, turning cartwheels with the kids in the golden glow of late afternoon, daily calls with my grandmother (because he'd want me to look after his girl).