Back to school is right around the corner, and while opinions abound, the fact is this: teachers in my district return July 30, students return August 6. Here’s to the last full week of summer 2020!
Truth: I have avoided working on this post because it’s been a heavy end of the week, but I cannot avoid the knowledge that my life abounds with blessings.
Mija: This word is a shortened, endearing Spanish word for “mi hija” which literally means “my daughter.” As a daughter, I am an heir to unparalleled riches. I receive life and love in abundance.
Kyle moved to Houston the summer of 2013, and we were engaged six months later. 2014 was a whirlwind year as I began my last semester of college while planning a wedding. I graduated in May, married and moved out of my mom’s house in July, and began my first teaching job in August.
As a Monday aficionado, I’ve never been much of a “thank God it’s Friday” fan. In fact, Friday has always seemed to me as the day where I attempt to gather the broken pieces of a tired week. Mondays are fresh; a clean slate; new mercies.
I’m joining Michelle Haseltine’s July challenge and crossing out another Bingo square by creating a list of questions (what do I wonder?). Join the notebooking fun!
Before he could take a breathe, you traded
his dignity for your neat
bow of normal and turned
my joy to dread.
Six Word Memoir
Here I am – with a renewed sense of desire to write. When I think about the stories and habits and words I want to share with you, I think of the roles I wear. I’m a woman, a daughter, a mother, a teacher. I embrace these labels wholeheartedly, and I am empowered by what these roles mean in my life.
I attempted to commit to One Little Word a couple of years ago, but I didn’t do much with it. It’s a word I still love – celebrate – but I didn’t understand the concept of carrying a word for an entire year. The idea is attractive; it just felt like too long of a commitment.