Monday, January 17, 2011
The weekend felt as long and restful, as full of friends and time together as I'd hoped it would. I hope yours was nice, too.
Moving through my shadowy house last night near midnight, I was acutely aware of its size, its solidity, its paradoxical peacefulness even as the wind raged outside. I felt complete calm; totally in it with Alexi as we moved bedding and kids to the first floor so we could all sleep in our office, the safest spot should a tree fall on our house. I woke up sore from sleeping on a fold out couch, but I didn't mind. The boys woke up surprised not to be in their own beds, excited, wanting to know when we could do it again. I found myself wondering the same thing. I'm not always one to do the thing that's disruptive, that doesn't involve staying in my warm and cozy bed, scared, just hoping the trees don't fall on us.