A sweet Mother’s Day
Learning my way around this podcast management app
A fun morning with a few friends to celebrate baby girl
Getting the pool liner fixed in time for summer months
Chatting with Anna about baby sister coming
The Dwell app playlist, ‘Sleep to the Sayings of Jesus’
Visiting the animals at a friends’ greenhouse 3 minutes from our house
Playing in the rain
The bench John bought to go beside the trampoline
Cleaning out and organizing most of the drawers and closets in our house
Laying beside Anna in her bed for a few minutes at bedtime
This old school Bebo Norman song
The newest fiction by Becky Wade
A healthy pregnancy checkup with the Doc
Hannah’s 1,000 hours unplugged is right up my alley
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living. Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern.
Annie DillaRD
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