delicate

Life is so fragile, so delicate.

So much has happened since I last wrote in my blog, and yet so much is the same. We are now in a new season and approaching the holidays (which is hard to believe).

One day can be still and even-keeled, and another filled with ups and downs.

It’s been a while since I found my way to this computer so I’ll recap and catch up on my happenings. Hopefully, I’ll go back in time and focus on some significant events, like a wedding….in a deeper format.

So, here goes the ups and downs of a delicate life!

My daughter (and husband, but not quite at the time) moved from Brooklyn, New York to Wilmington, North Carolina, and purchased from us the 1850s house that my husband and I restored. It’s a dream come true!

My dad had an injury that altered his ability to fully participate, as an 86-year-old man, in his granddaughter’s wedding. Followed but additionally visits to the hospital due to other medical diagnoses.

My middle child got married on July 2nd, (the same one mentioned above ;) and we celebrated the occasion with fanfare and joy.

I made a trip to Norway in August. Thankful for the time spent there with family and friends, but wishing my folks could enjoy that magical place.

Participated in the arduous process of moving my mother-in-law into her new home. Many mixed emotions as a lifetime of chapters closed and a completely new genre of life begins.

Had a quick mother-daughter trip to Vermont to visit my youngest girl. We wandered in the woods, had some great meals, and enjoyed the visual treat of autumn in the northeast in all of its glory.

Ups and downs, highs and lows. Each of these moments had both.

And, along with this life, these happenings, come so much more.

Unspoken words and thoughts are a part of our everyday life. Much of life is shared with others but some parts are not. Portions are stored in one’s mind only to be revealed on our own terms. Some might be inquisitive and ask questions, but most do not want to know your inner thoughts and most do not want to share. We tend to stay on the periphery and avoid that delicate space. I suppose I kind of like it that way-having my own space to wander- whether in my head or in the woods. It’s like writing in a diary except there your thoughts are converted to words, likely never to be read again, and certainly hope no one else does either!

Either way, whether in shared experiences or on our own, we are here, mid-season of life. A life that is mostly strong but simultaneously as delicate as a flower, able to withstand change, joy, sorrow, and adversity.

This life is…

one that I love.

one that I enjoy.

and, one that I am very grateful for!