Today.
Simple. Quiet. Messy.
Ordinary but authentic.
Like a snowstorm in April and newborn lambs in the barn.
Like the constant small messes of our everyday existence.
Thinking of you and the community we've created here, together, as my hand heals and I struggle to type (or more accurately to not type) with each passing day.
Thank you for your kindness, your connection, your spirit.
It's hard. To not write. To not post. To not share.
But the silence is good for me. I'm sure of it.
Instagram is a good place to find me until my finger is healed. (It's all thumbs, you see.)
xox
Rachel
They were calling for potential snow flurries here – instead we have rain today. At least if you have snow, you have an excuse to sit inside and spend the day reading, right? (Yeah right – what Mom does that!) Easy on the hand.
Snow. Here it is getting warmer, but the kids still went skiing today with their dad. They want the best of both worlds. Warm and snow. I leaning towards warm. I hope your fingers are healing up nicely. Hang in there.