When I walk my mind wanders and I use the quiet for processing things. How are the boys doing? How can I serve my husband better? What will happen to my sweet little downs syndrome student next year? I am not a social walker. I need to be selfish here and there. Social in a lot of other situations (most, actually), just not when I am getting my walk on.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love my sweet daughter-in-law? She is tender-hearted and a little shy, and she loves my first-born. I know this because I see how patient she is with him. She allows him his time to bang on drums in his band(s). She allows him to be himself.
And she is giving me a little granddaughter in the Summer. Can you see her high-fiving us?
My missionary son comes home in 5 weeks. He is obedient and humble and funny and all-around terrific. I am anxious to wrap my arms around him and kiss his handsome freckled face.
This house of boys has been what I have needed. My destiny, I guess you could say. I have spent the past 24 years teaching them to try and think of others' feelings. To not slam the kitchen drawers so hard. To not leave their dirty underwear on the threshold of the bathroom. To talk to me. And to know I get to start teaching again when Little Miss Burton comes makes me hope that I have gotten better at it.
I love my life.