Waves.

Little tide pool waves that rock at our calves. Tidal waves that knock us over leaving us drenched in tears. Waves at sunset when we are quietly reflecting on the sweetness of living a dream. We are in constant motion. All of us. The past four months are blurry for me. I can't remember what I am doing while I am doing it. We have experienced joys, tender mercies, and more changes than we thought we signed up for. What we do know with complete conviction is that we are suppose to live our life at Shady Oaks but that is a story for another post. Mostly I just want to document our journey before it blurs behind me. I want to reclaim some of my previous life by journaling something. Today's Tidal Wave came to Miss Meg. She misses hopping the fence to play with her buddy.