go team haines
We got home Sunday night from an 11 hour trip from Alabama, where I saw a ginormous road-side tree with about sixty pairs of shoes tied together and dangling like Christmas ornaments. What a strange bunch people are!
Yesterday we emptied and cleaned the big house and moved to storage what we couldn’t fit in the Love Shack. We worked hard. This morning I could feel my heart beating in my back, but it was a good feeling, and I couldn’t stop rewarding myself with chocolate over it. This is living.
Today I have cleaned and folded about 10 loads of clothes, and now I am packing up for Louisiana for the unexpected memorial service of a dear uncle. We’ll get to Monroe by midnight, and we’ll rest in Granddaddy’s big house, and then we’ll lift his bird mugs of rich Community coffee to our mouths as we watch the sun rise over the bayou, and we’ll be tender with one another. This is living.
Every time I read a letter from The Mother Letter Project, I am strengthened – like I’m being woven into something very durable. I know I’ll be responding to it for a while. It’s genius, and it’s true, and I can’t even imagine what all it will offer while this life whirls hard about us.
I hope to be back into full blog-swing when we return from LA. I love love love you.