I stand in the clean June night watching clouds wisp around a small curl of moon. I ache with the beauty of these bright days: classes out for Zach, Ramona scooting and sitting and working her way towards crawling, and I wading into the happiness of our little family through my writing. What a joy.
This weekend is Zach’s birthday and Father’s Day. I am so thankful for my husband, who has stood so firmly and tenderly beside me through this tumultuous year: the wrenching birth of Ramona, the death of a loved one, all our struggles adjusting to parenthood. What a mercy it is to journey with him, one who knows my heart so well.
The moon rises higher in the sky’s cool pitch as we now settle into sleep and dream of the long road, and the grace of this peaceful valley.