Me, dressed in Matt's warm and comfy coveralls and Shamik, my devoted Siamese from way back in the days of middle school. (He's not only still kicking, but no worse for the wear!)
I began the morning dreading wood-splitting time. Whenever I split wood, I am sore for the rest of the night.
But as we were splitting wood, it suddenly dawned on me I was enjoying myself. Just being NEAR Matt does that to me.
THEN, it occurred to me, that in the not so distant future, my young son will be old enough to take my place as Matt's wood-splitting sidekick, and THAT realization sort of made me sad.
That was enough to make me be a bit more thankful for the season of life we are in presently. We are shouldering all the work ourselves, and that is hard...but we are doing it together and that makes it worthwhile.
Not to mention, when I collapsed into bed with aching abs, back and shoulders--I knew I could actually say I had exercised without meaning too. And you know, I LIVE for those moments! :-)
Ah, don't feel bad about the future yet. We always had to go out as a family to get enough wood for the winter, my mom included, and now that all the children have flown the coop, mom and dad are back to getting it solo again.
ReplyDeleteTake heart! There's hope of aching abs, back, and shoulders in your future, too! :)