Josh is home, hooray! Although being jet lagged and exhausted means he's spent most of the day relaxing in bed.
However, as summer days pass and I start looking to fall I'm feeling a brush of melancholy begin to color my moods. Having lived in Wymount for four years, I've seen lots of families come and go. Now as Guy gets older I feel even more keenly as my friends and his playmates depart, moving on to the next stage in their lives.
I am constantly reminded of the joy of having even a few good friends, but the playground that was once overwhelmingly full of children's bodies flying in dizzy patterns is now nearly empty most mornings. I'm blessed that I'm quite close to the mothers in the ward who remain, but that delight is still overshadowed by the disappointment that as Guy asks to go to Allie's house, or Addie's, or Tyrus', or Jaxon's, he'll always receive a gentle explanation that his friend no longer lives or plays here.
Transitions seem to ceaselessly strike me, almost as though I were the rock upon which the flint strikes; eventually something will start to smoulder. I'll hope that from the ashes will arise a phoenix. I could use an alter ego. :-D
5 comments:
Wow, your writing is beautiful.
Dido! What have you been reading lately?! =)
opps..I meant Ditto!
Sad story. I have felt the same way so many times. I think it might be harder to be the one leaving, but I'm not sure.
I can't believe we've both lived in Provo for that long and have not spent time together with the kids! How much longer do you plan on being around? We are still waiting to hear from Med Schools, but we'll be here at least another year...and hope to have you guys for dinner soon!
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