This weekend found my girls making, decorating, and flying dozens of paper airplanes. I do not know what prompted such a frenzy; I only know it happened.
I have no pictures--only memories that I have tucked away for my own personal enjoyment. I sat on the front porch Friday evening just watching. We live on a cul-de-sac, so the street is our playground. All 7 of my children ran out into the street with one, two, or three paper airplanes in their hands.
The air was alive.
Children running, laughing, playing.
Airplanes zooming, looping, crashing.
I'd told them, "You have 15 minutes!" Then I let them play for over an hour.
I could not stop watching.
Today was hard. Yesterday was hard. I am miscarrying for the 8th time . . . or not . . . but I'm sure I am.
We did not write letters, but we did watch movies together as a family, and we had Family Home Evening, complete with berry jell-o (made with juice and real berries--not the gross stuff in a box).
We read aloud. We're done with Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfield. We've begun Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink.
Today we had school, with phone calls to my OB and visits to the lab for blood tests sandwiched in between.
Today M11 returned to violin lessons. She's so happy that she's practicing for the second time today. Right now she's practicing one of her fiddling songs and my littles are all dancing in rather giggly fashion.
Today S11 started choir. She's so happy she's sparkling.
Today I printed a copy of a half-marathon training plan. If I'm not pregnant then I'm going to run until I drop . . . I have to do something to both get me back into my pants and keep my mind off this most recent loss.
Tomorrow is our last day of Old Testament study. I've decided to use this plan
as our inspiration for our New Testament course of study. I've
saved her journal prompts, decided not to print her bookmarks, and am
working on printing out the scripture references used in the stories
because we've read and re-read New Testament Stories
and have quite outgrown them at this point (my littles, however, still
love them), so we are only going to read from the King James version of
Tomorrow the nurse will either confirm what I already know or will give me numbers that will confuse me further and lead to more tests.
It makes me cry to even think of tomorrow.