a tuesday that feels like a monday. that's a good thing. the day after the weekend, it is sometimes a hard day. especially for caleb...and usually me too. thankfully lucas balances out our moody monday moods :)
here are a few moments captured from our morning.
i know i've taken a picture of this before. but it is such a sweet moment to remember. caleb loves to greet lucas when lucas wakes up from a nap. lucas loves to be greeted. the sounds that echo out of the bedroom and down the hallway are music to my ears ;) happy giggles. coos and babbles from lucas, chit chat from caleb. these two. there are many more 'squabbles' these days, almost all being over toys and lucas getting into something caleb is playing with. but-there still remains many, many sweet moments. i want to hold on to them. engrave them in my heart. their giggles. they chatter. the laughter that fills up the house like a warm breeze. the sweetness in the way they are-with one another. they truly are the best of friends. and i can only pray they will always will be. they are the perfect balance to one another these two brother boys of mine.

lucas is standing up against everything-and then if it moves...he pushes it. everywhere. his little legs, still shaky but he is a determined fellow. he moves toy cars, baskets, chairs, ottomans, toys, etc. anything that has potential to move...is moved by lucas.
this is the smallest, but cutest worker bench. it is full of color and wood (oh how i love the wood) and has little nobs and holes and tools and every little boy's dream right in each piece of tool. so much so that nightly you can find caleb all cozy with his hammer. yep. a blue hammer, an egg (toy), and giraffe (toy). random. but comforting to him nonetheless.
lastly. running. it has become something for me. when will i consider myself a runner? i'm not sure. but running means something to me now. it means that with every foot to the pavement, every pounding and swinging and deep breath i take...i breath in something deeper. something stronger. something greater than me. all my stress and anxiety that i can't control falls off my shoulders and gets left behind with my footprints in the dust. i let my sadness go. my fears for the future. my anxiety of the unknowns. it is my quiet time. music fills my ears and my soul with words that heal. running brings me closer to Him. There isn't time to think of much more than words to a song. prayers in my heart. and feet to the floor. one breath. one step. that's all i focus on. today was a good run. a fast run. the fastest run i've had yet. i ran off the morning. sick babies. out of sorts toddler. frustrated mama. i listened to words that healed me. and when cold water trickled down my face in the shower that followed, i left it all behind. where it belonged. i gave them up. those thoughts that don't belong. left them far from the front door. somewhere between the time i took my first tentative mile out the front door almost a year ago....and my last hard run, i've reflected and i feel grateful that i literally stumbled upon running. it is cheap. no gym pass necessary. it is healing. and it is just what i need right now. and for it all, i'm so grateful to dave. because he pushes me, believes in me, encourages me, and supports me. he's been my biggest fan. having an amazing running partner (who literally lives around the corner) has made all the difference too.

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so yes...it has been slow and steady. but isn't that sometimes the best?
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i'm glad that i walked out the door almost a year ago and felt that urge to pound hard on the pavement. i've shed two different pairs of running shoes along with a whole lot of stress and worries ( i am still waiting to shed the remaining prego baby belly fat..:)). in their place i've gained strength...emotionally and even physically. from deep within my soul and spirit.. miles i never thought i could run..and muscle i never knew i had under all that skin and baby bulge. mostly, i've been surprised. i used to say 'those crazy runners, why on earth do they run?' but now i've become them. and i'll tell you why. because running makes you want to die. it makes you think you just might be crazy. but it also makes you realize you can survive. i've survived miles. and miles of pain. and i'll continue to survive.
pain makes me grow stronger in
Him. running pain and life's challenges
pain.
i love the christopher robin quote...
what inspires you? what gives you strength when you feel weak? what challenges you and molds you?
happy 'feels likes a monday' but 'hurray it is really tuesday'!! Tuesday :)