The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.
The long-ness of winter is upon us, where the days all run together. The kids are restless and bored, and no amount of sleep makes you feel rested. I feel like that's because the days of January and February are so monotonous, waking up in the morning to the exact same thing you went to bed to tricks the mind into thinking it has never gone to bed at all.
But, I'm still in love with life and would never change a second. There has been so much sad news swirling around the community these days that it has reminded me that our monotony is a gift. There is no controversy (today), no problems to speak of in our crazy family. Just a quiet calmness during the day where I try and pick at this house bit by bit in an effort to organize 8 people. Followed with the chaos in the evening that comes with those 8 people living their lives all under this one roof. The kind of chaos that reminds you of Cheaper By The Dozen, but that you love so much that even after you watch it, your husband still blurts out "I want 6 more, no, maybe 4... just 4 more."
I am grateful for every second and am working to remind myself every day of how endlessly lucky we are to live where we do with the family that we've been given.
The tune will most likely change by tomorrow, but at least for today, we are all happy.