Just a quick post to celebrate the end of February, and to ease my guilt over going through a period of blogging inactivity. We are finally all pretty healthy and happy, Ava is talking up a storm and we are having delightful intellectual conversations:
AVA: Hide and seek! A drink of water! Puma! Rarr-rarr! Choo choo train mommy! NO! NO! NO!BABY ELEPHANT! TA-DAAAA!
ELLA: (Laughs hysterically) It's not a puma, it's a tiger.
AVA: NOOOO! PUMA!
Despite my poor showing in the blogging world, I am becoming more dedicated and active in other areas of my life, which is more important. Unfortunately....but not surprisingly, I have attached the faith aspect of my life to the grief aspect, and sometimes when it's just too much for me (Like the month of February, for example, and to a lesser extent, Christmas) I go ahead and drop both to save myself some pain. Well turns out it doesn't work, and being spiritually dead is not the way to cope. So I'm experiencing a reawakening of faith, which feels good. Yes, it brings tears and emotions and even some anguish closer to the surface, but without it life is dark and, well, pointless. Better to live in the light.
Another hobby I'm re-discovering is taking care of myself physically which improves every other aspect of my life. It's been awesome to wake up feeling rested and energized. Hardly any headaches. Less wearing of maternity leggings. And last week when the scale shockingly dipped into places I haven't been in 4 years, not even the on-call pager coming to life the moment it touched my hands could bring me down. Ah, relative health.
And the final item demanding a large portion of my free time is Downton Abbey.
Life is good. With a little effort.