Sun has just about set over here, and for a brief moment, the bedroom where I am typing from was covered in a beautiful golden glow.
My son lies next to me snuggled in his bed, asleep. So ends another week.
It has been an eventful season in many ways.
He had his first school trip. His teachers have been giving me positive feedback about his progress. Hubs and I discovered I am pregnant. We told our son about it. He now is overly excited about all things baby related and is proudly telling everyone he is on his way to becoming a Korkor.
Meanwhile, all the usual affairs of life continue: I tread the thin line between harmonious work management and maintenance of an orderly home. Days fly by and becomes weeks. Family members fall sick, then recover. Church duties repeat themselves in a predictable cycle. I grow more white hair.
My hair remains frizzy. My skin is persistently itchy in some spot or another.
But I suppose what matters is I’m alive. I have a family to love. I have enough purpose to keep going.
Often, before I even pick up my tablet to put down words for a blog post, so many thoughts and topics course through my brain. Only for them to completely abandon me the moment I actually start writing.
What shall I tell you, dear reader? I wish to have something profound to say.
But all I have are familiar adages.
Life is worth living.
Seize the moment.
I don’t know. Oh well.
May your life be fascinating and as quirky as my son playing drums while wearing 2 pairs of sunglasses.
(And yes, I do believe he just might be of rock drummer mettle. Or should I say… metal? Heh.)
Hope to be back soon. Hold that thought.