I've been basically using FaceBook as a replacement for blogging for well over a year. I find myself so short of time. Not enough hours in the day.
Life is busy. My kids are growing. My hubby is training for an Ironman. I'm hanging in there. Work is busy. My mom is having memory issues. Forgets what she says in the course of a conversation. Part of me says I should write about it, part of me says it's too painful. I will never want to read it again. I can't decide. My sisters and I have been spatting about her care. It hasn't been fun. My dad died in March. Froze to death.
In the meanwhile, I hang in there. Full of fear. Full of love for my hubby and kids. Scared I'm going to lose my memory or my health. Obsessed with it. I'm trying so hard not to leave this anxiety legacy to my kids. Life is a joy. It is. I know it. Sometimes it is just hard to see it for that joy.
Here is a little of that joy though.....
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