I have the opposite of the blues. I feel giddy with anticipation of the weekend to come…..I feel that way every Friday. Really, nothing special is going on…a party we were invited to on the island at some friends, and a basketball game for Quinn. I am just looking forward to Billy and the kids being home and sleeping in. I miss them all week when they are gone at work and school.
Nothing is ever written in stone, but I plan to snuggle in deep under the feather covers with Billy Saturday morning and listen to the still and quiet sound of the kids sleeping late. Maybe Mia will wander in and cuddle with us. I am sure I will drink warm chai while talking quietly in the kitchen with Bill as the kids start to rouse. For breakfast I will make some crepes? Or banana pancakes? Or maybe we will have chocolate cake for breakfast. Who knows! We may even get a winter surf in if there are waves to be ridden.
Later, on the island we will head to friends for BBQ and beers. I am sure there will be a fire pit and lots of good company.
After church on Sunday, the day is an open book.
Turning 48 this weekend does not give me the blues. It makes me overjoyed to be alive and with my family. Never, ever fear growing old. It is a gift, and we are so very blessed with every single year He gives us to spend time with those we love.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”