These past nine or so months have grown him, too.
I haven't been the only one who feels as though I were stretching outside of my very own skin's capacity.
Though it seems like I've been the one whose been forced-chosen to ungrasp my clenched knuckles from so much, we've both let go of a lot.
Time together as a family, as a couple.
Opportunities and weekends away.
Small pockets of late-night connection as I've slept and he's battled a strong-willed toddler.
Two tiny babies from inside my womb.
And sometimes I feel like he's sort of lost the woman he married while in the thick of all her spontaneity and fun-laced ways, found himself left with someone who has a list of nos that run the trunks of century-old trees ... someone who can't even go out to dinner on a whim anymore because she must first scout out the contents of the menu.
But in the loss, in the for worse of what seems worlds away from the better, roots have been established.
We stood tall through the beautiful times of our engagment and job changes and births of babies, and now, too, we've sunk our roots into firm Soil and weathered storms of illness and loss and grief and anxiety and time spent growing together while being apart.
There's nothing flashy and romantic about the protruding of roots creeping into Solid Ground while the skies rage.
There have been days where we've come together only to utter prayers before tired eyes close, succumbing to sleep. Moments of deep-seated frustration in the boiling over of pots and helplessness in the melting of a crying, shaking body falling into open arms. Exhaustion in digging deep to find more of yourself to give to rambunctious little boys when her arms can't even hold the shovel.
But after the pounding of the rain softens and the thundering of fronts breaking the apart air fade to rumbles in the distance and the whipping of the wind gives way to soft breeze there is a beautiful calm that emerges in seeing that the tree is still standing strong-armed with thick branches and budding green with new life.
There is a growing peace found in the roots of abiding, together.
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