Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Lily lounges and Lola checks out the scenery on the Iowa/Nebraska state line.
When they've hoofed it a half mile or so, they began to calm down enough to get a nice sit out of them.
Lily checks out the river. And apparently I'd yelled for them to say "Cheese!" since they are looking very expectantly at me.
I think we hit a perfect and balmy 90 degrees. Then five days later we shivered through the second coldest 4th of July on record. Go figure. They say that if you don't like the weather in Iowa to stick around for 20 minutes because it'll change.