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We’ve come to the last bend in the river… the pausing place. The place where we remember. The thinking spot.
This kid. This is the one who has somehow escaped the pages of this journal for a month straight. I really do have one more kiddo… she really does exist. It’s just that I have to share her with the world. She is all ours, yet somehow also belongs to so many more. Our youngest child… Leah.
We’re coming down to the end of this month-long journey. Some evenings, as the sun sinks into the horizon… I, too, just desperately want to sink into my bed.
Along the path I walk almost every morning, township employees are hard at work constructing a water runoff drainage ditch. It now appears to hook up to the huge retention pond nearby.
“Out West” packing is really happening! What used to be the plant room - is currently upside down with bins and boxes - a party room heading West. Saturday morning 5am is pull-out-of-the-driveway time for the girls. Twenty and twenty-one years old… friends their entire lives.
The gas needle moved to empty. The light came on indicating I couldn’t go much further without refueling. Thinking I was taking a shortcut, I quickly exited the highway before hitting the traffic backed up just ahead. And there I ended up in bumper to bumper traffic going absolutely nowhere.
Just as the sun crossed the horizon this morning, I quietly snuck into the garden to check on any progress there. It’s hard for me to be patient… I’m so eager to see how things are going to mature.
The sun sets quietly in the west… the day is done. We peacefully rest.
And in the shadow of the mountain, by the side of a rippling lake… little cousins dance in the moonlight - pretending to fish.
Awakened by a little white pup begging to begin her day before the sun woke up.. Zero concept of sleeping in on Saturdays…