Yer Blues

  I like the Beatles, guess that explains the title.  But I am feeling a bit blue.  Perhaps I'm just tired.  The school year is going well, at least I think so.  My husband is teaching the two days that I work, and I think that's great.  He and the boys are learning how to school and do whatever it is boys do.
  I like my job.  The people are nice.  Because it's a low cost vet clinic, I don't feel like I robbed someone, when I leave work.  I meet quite the array of interesting people.
  Co op is going wonderful.  We haven't been able to meet with our TWIGGS co op at all this year.  They meet on the same day that we have classes at our other co op, and the field trips are on days that I work.  It's a little disappointing  but there's not much I can do about it.  I am very happy with our curriculum this year.  Phonics Road 2 is excellent so far, as is Singapore math.  We've done a unit study on weather-we have quite the little meteorologist, and will be starting a unit on rocks.  The little guy is doing a little more letter work.  My husband is a little frustrated that he doesn't know all the letters yet, but he'll be fine.  I didn't teach our oldest to read until a little after he turned 5.  And we are slowly going through the history timeline.  The boys are both enjoying Egypt currently, and being mummies!

Tree Traditions?

     We don't have a tree decorating tradition. Growing up, our house didn't have one. I would like to have one.
  My best friend did have a tree tradition, at least I'm pretty sure she did, growing up. And oddly enough, I can't recall the details. I remember getting the tree, placing it in front of the French doors, and that evening we decorated it, as a family. We all had ornaments, and being my first year, I had a few of my own as well. I distinctly remember a moose, of all things. It was the first ornament that was ever mine. That was the year I lived with them, my other family. Though, by that time, things had changed between us already, and there was a growing distance and conflict. Looking back, I feel like it was that line, of being young and stupid. I'm not positive how much of that was reality, but I do know I pushed them away, which was stupid. That her and I let people and things come between us. Now, over a decade later, we are acquaintances at best. We have miles between us, and not just mountains and streams. At Christmas, I sometimes wonder if they decorate the tree with that moose, or do they keep it packed away, and the memories with it.

A Tangled thought on marriage

  We celebrated our eight year anniversary recently.
  It has caused me to reflect on our years together, events that have happened.

I keep thinking about those couples you meet, or see in a movie. Ones from old times of Italy,
 or Greece, where marriages were arranged. Strangers living together in a house, having a family, and eventually, become a home. Becoming a couple who not only respects each other, but loves each other.

  I feel like we are the start of that couple. How is that possible after knowing each other for a decade?  What have we been leading up to this point?  We have a family now, and own a house. We moved in search of better careers.
  Yet along the way, we've become different people. All people change. How do you not change in two years, let alone ten?  Would we date if we were to meet each other, being the people we are today? Would we have anything in common? Or is it the differences that keep people together?

  We both said the same thing though, on our anniversary. We were happy to be here, because we almost were not. The past year was filled with enough trials, harsh words, tears, anger and mistrust, that I'm not sure how we got through it. We are slowly healing. We are learning to trust again. We know we love each other.

  But I think love is always changing. And I know if I chose not to analyze it, it becomes something else. It becomes a life force of it's own.