I really do want to write more regularly but I'll have to settle for what I can get at this point. First, a brief tribute to my first born. Yesterday was her birthday. She's 32! I can't believe it.
This is my Anna, Anna-banana-sketti to her childhood friends. She is smart and beautiful and loving. She is loyal to a fault. Anna is the caretaker of the family. She's the one I call when I'm worried about one of her siblings because she generally already knows what is up with them. Anna walked at 9 months old and could read before she entered kindergarten. I couldn't seem to give her information fast enough. One of my favorite stories about my little Anna is about her first day of Kindergarten. Her new Kindergarten teacher found her standing and staring at a bulletin board. Of course her teacher asked her if she wanted it read to her. Anna's response "No I've already read it. Can I read it to you?" Now Anna is a college graduate, working in a research lab. She and Stan will be moving to Tempe, Arizona in the next couple of weeks. She hand her sister have lived in Salt Lake City since we all moved there together in 1991. They have been really close so I'm wondering how they will do after they move apart from each other.
My job has been really tough this fall. I still love it but I can't seem to get my head above water and I hate the feeling. I have worked evenings and weekends, gone to work early, and stayed late every day since the beginning of school. Yesterday, I got up early and gathered up all of the mending in my closet and settled in at my sewing machine. After that I did all our laundry, baked some cookies, and went grocery shopping with my hubby. I intended to get some school paperwork done tonight but decided to blog instead. It feels great. My sweet husband gave me a blessing today and I think I'm going to find my balance now.
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I hope things pick up for you, Jan. Sometimes I feel like it's sad that I have to schedule time for myself, but in the end, it's always what helps me feel refreshed and ready to face whatever's next.
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