With a husband away with work, often, it can feel like the hours are running away on some days. This weekend saw me in full chauffeur mode. Delivering my son to judo and drum and a movie trip. And having friends collect him for a go-karting afternoon. Shopping with my daughter for her Valentine's party decorations and making Valentine's cards for her class friends. Dog walking in the pouring rain in full waterproofs too many times. Grocery shopping, cooking, and all the usual household duties. Single parents that do this day in day out, my hat goes off to you.
I woke up Sunday to news that a longterm colleague of my husbands had died on Saturday night. Suddenly, and whilst away on business at a company meeting in another country where my husband was also in attendance. Shocking, sad and heartbreaking for his family. How unbearable for them to wake up on their Sunday morning and their world come crashing down. I haven't stopped thinking about this sadness since. I could hardly speak about such tradgedy with such a huge lump in my throat and tears rolling down my cheeks. You can never know when the last conversation, hug, kiss, FaceTime chat, I Love You will be. I have a heavy heart every single time my husband leaves on a trip. It will be heavier from now on. Life is fragile.
I am ready for spring and bought a few bunches of white tulips to try and hurry it along. At the same time, I'm doing a snow dance in the hope that a huge dumping of snow will fall this week on Mount Hood so my kids and their friends get, finally, a decent snowboard lesson. It's been the worst snow fall we've experienced and its pretty grim up there.