Forever Cornstarch

What a day~  The smell of coffee got me out of bed early.  There was a boy in the house.  When I went to fill my cup with the hot smell of goodness, he was reading his Bible.  Makes an auntie smile.  The day started a little slower for my "fine figure of a man".  He was alarmed that he had a short 1/2 hour before he had to head to work.  Rustling around....breakfast, check.  lunch, check.  kiss, check.  Have a good day! 

Braden and I had devised a plan for the first part of the day.  Take a run.  Run.  There's a word for ya.  Not sure I actually "run".  We headed out.  Lucy dog in the lead.  Jessie girl running behind.  Jessie is our old dog.  She runs as if her front legs and back legs are bound together so her front feet hit at the same time, followed by her back paws.  She pants constantly and running is quite a workout for her.  I'm pretty sure she calls it "running".  The amazing thing is, she ran the whole way, while I had to walk some. 

While I was jogging and breathing and placing one foot in front of the other I am pretty sure that running is a lot like grieving.  One foot in front of the other, every day, every breath important, keep moving.  Really....I don't want to do this.  Any of this.  Asking.  Do I really have to do this?  Where are you in all of this Lord?

We all arrived home after a couple of miles (okay, some of us arrived a little earlier than others). We had a quick bowl of oatmeal and headed out the door to go to the berry patch on the Eastside. We hunted for raspberries....found a few.  Strawberries....they were large and plentiful.  On our way to The Patch, we took a little side trip to a sweet little place under the oaks on the Eastside.  An armful of sunflowers for a friend, we spoke of sweet memories but, at times, fell silent in our thoughts.. 

So, during one of the hottest days of the year, Braden and I made a plethora of items.  Let's see, 3 loaves of whole wheat bread, 4 fresh strawberry pies, 2 Raspberry Triamisu, bbq'd a roast for my parents for dinner (along with  roasted potatoes), all from scratch, lady fingers and all.  Needless to say, the air conditioning worked overtime today.  And so did my legs.

My "fine figure of a man" got home, we had a yummy dinner.  He and Braden went to the granary to get a fan.  Braden packed it back to the house.  I smiled at my "fine figure of a man", looked at Braden and said "can we keep him"?  Hearts filled with the love of a boy.  So fortunate to not have to give him back fully because a piece of him is always with us.  <3

So in the midst of the daily grieving thoughts, my blessings are so apparent.