finding my way... after too many weeks

Maybe I should have taken a hint when it was too much to even think about thinking about words... but I was too tired. After a month, I finally saw my doctor and told her I'm not sure I'm sick, but maybe?  She took one look at me, and took out her prescription pad. Bronchitis, again. The worst I have had... plus a flu. No wonder my arms were so heavy. All of that aggravated my asthma, and then I caught a cold. This is the first week in more than a month that I have worked any full days at my desk. I am thankful for feeling better, and thankful for my love/hate relationship with steroids. They got me through graduation...

Graduation. It was... amazing.
I want to relive the joy of it all, so I will save the details, but share this...

The summer humidity has settled in, but it hardly feels like summer to me. No vacation get-away planned, catching up on all that was left undone, and my kids so grown that maybe these next two months will just stretch on in ordinary fashion. Of course there will be a trip at summer's end... to Iowa. He came to his decision on a Tuesday night, hesitantly. Wednesday, he wavered. But Thursday, when the admission counselor returned his phone call, he was all smiles and glee and certain.  Cornell College. In Iowa. It is almost fifteen hundred miles from home, but we are so excited that he has chosen, and chosen a school as unique as he is. He is a dreamer and an adventurer.

Cornell College Bound!

I am hoping to find my way back to this space... I miss it.
The stories of my heart are starting to come back in words, and I don't want to forget them.