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Holidays are for Breathing Space

The best part of a vacation is that I don't spend 8 hours a day sitting in front of a computer. Of course, I make up for it mostly in phone-browsing, but it also means I contribute less to the Internet. Probably for the best, although I always feel I should apologize.  Because, you know, SO MANY PEOPLE depend on me for their Internet joy.

The past few weeks have been delightful. A wedding. A DIY project (my first, and possibly last. I hope to post on this as soon as I finish it...). Relaxing in the garage with a beloved friend. Reading on the deck with a beloved friend. Lying on a bed talking late at night with the same beloved friend.

Do you have friends around whom you find yourself breathing deeper, thinking less, and laughing more? I do. And it was a delight to host one, then go to the airport with her, say our goodbyes, and hop on a plane to visit a second.

We spoke of many things; school and books, boys and families. Moms and gift-giving and Jesus and much much more. We teared up. Sometimes we didn't talk - because with good friends, there is freedom for space. And we laughed. Nothing is better than shared laughter. e

I often lament the way my community is spread across countries and continents, but truly, I'm grateful just to have these ladies in my life.

And then home again for a couple of days before heading back to the second home (or possibly first?). Yesterday I cuddled with all the kidlets. This morning I take a 3 year-old out to tea. Tonight, a 94 year-old is taking me to the theatre.

There is much gratitude and joy, and not just for the return of this warm weather.
(No photos though...because I assume y'all have seen them on instagram. And my uploader isn't cooperating. Sigh.)
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