And You Were Given This Swiftness, Not For Haste

Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,

But in the rush of everything to waste

That you may have the power of standing still.

Yesterday we planned (on top of all the grocery shopping and cleaning and usual weekend busy-ness) to go to an out-of-town bluebonnet festival. I'm pretty sure I'll be exiled from Texas if I don't take a picture of my children amid a field of bluebonnets soon. But Joey had to run a lock-in for the junior and senior boys the night before, and he ended up being just too tired. So we stayed home and had extra time on our hands and it was kind of wonderful. It changed the feeling of the whole weekend, actually.

I feel relaxed. The girls have had a lot more unscheduled time at home that usual. They've played outside in the sunshine a LOT. They've imagined a lot, too. Ariel just informed us that she was going fishing...to catch mermaids...which she then ate with much gusto, her face (and Nessie's, too) all painted with black watercolor... my barbarian daughters.

We also had time to try out a new non-recital dance class at the dance studio, since Ariel isn't doing recital. Now I'm torn between the two classes and can't make up my mind whether to leave her where she is or change classes. Indecision thy name is Lucy!

They've played (and danced) hard enough to actually take time to rest and sit still for an entire Veggie Tales movie, which is unheard of.

And kind of blissful.

Oh, and our air conditioner broke and we can't afford to fix it right away, but strangely enough it broke right as there was a very un-Texas-y spot of cool weather. We've been leaving the windows open and basking in delicious cool breezes that we would have missed otherwise. And somehow 62 degrees, while WAY too cold from an air conditioner, seems like heaven when it comes wafting in an open window, smelling like spring.