So anyway, why all the handwritten journalling? Part winter, part mental funkiness over some things that have been happening in the family, part being less busy for the last month than I have in a while, and a fairly big part as a result of some online art journaling classes I've been taking. I do like thumbing through journals, feeling that particular crispness of the pages, or seeing the art I've created.
|This is not Ev, but one of his teammates.|
It was one of the best moments of the season, though,
and one of my favorite wrestling photos ever.
The last weekend of January was The Beloved Weekend at the Cabin. I write about it every year and this year was exactly the same, which is awesome, and different in many ways, which is also awesome. I got to see and hear and talk to friends that I don't see very often. Pure sweetness. We had more special times with our Amish friends, which included watershed moments of singing songs in a one-room-schoolhouse and being sung to in return by 28 gorgeous kids. Whew, I'll never forget that. I'm almost glad we can't take photos of those good people because I really try to see the moments and remember the details. Oh it was a precious time.
|Here we are. Some have been coming for twenty years.|
|A selection of my boys' tiny glasses from when they were small.|
Some of them are nearly destroyed, but I like seeing how used
and real they are. These little objects were a major part of my
life as a mom.