Spring is here and I'm hungry for life. I have a yearning within me that I've felt several times before in my life, but never so strongly. I want to learn more, know more, see more, do more, be more. I see people that make me so sad simply because they've quit wanting things. They let the world push them around and it is evident in the way that they carry themselves. You're alive; please know this. Take a deep breath, turn up the music and show the world your soul.
I have been planting more things in our yard and the outdoor projects are never ending. Kenny and I will someday have our fairytale backyard, vibrant with colors and memories and we waste no time in our haste to get there. We rebuilt the fire pit yesterday. Such a small sentence, such a tremendous job. I am beyond sore, but looking outside and seeing our completed work instead of piles of bricks makes me happy. Mae was our star helper, as usual, even making us a full picnic (without being told to) when she heard our tummies rumbling. Kyler helped for about three minutes, then spent the remainder of the day jumping on the trampoline and telling us we were doing a good job every so often. He might make a great supervisor some day.
The kids continue growing and I will never quit being so proud of them. Proud when they learned to pick up a cheerio, tied their first shoe, flew their first kite...but it's different now. They're doing things that I don't teach them. They have all these ideas and wants and I just couldn't ask for anything more from them. I mean, except for clean rooms, but I'll take the mess in exchange for a full heart.
Work is good, minus Saturdays. I've yet to have a good Saturday. People are just more dramatic and angry on Saturdays and the only thing I can find to blame for this is alcohol. But it is what it is and I suppose that ignorance is job security. Aside from this, my co-workers are incredibly hilarious. I've decided that must be one of the unspoken requirements of the job as there is not a single person that works with me that doesn't have a disgustingly sick sense of humor. It is really the only thing that keeps me sane some days. And remembering back, there was a lot of laughter during my interview so it all makes sense.
I'll end this now. I'm spending the evening with my sister, visiting an old friend. Well, she's not "old" but I've known her longer than I've known Kenny and that is solely how I decide if a friend is old or new. If I knew you before Kenny and we still visit, you are very important to me. There are really only about five of you. I used to be so good at keeping in touch but I've completely lost that ability over the last five years, so thank goodness for persuasive sisters who remind me that one of life's greatest gifts is road trips with people you love that lead to other people you love. I wish anybody reading this a beautiful day. May your music be loud!
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