Gravity

6:00 in the morning. 5 little minions snoring away in the background, a cup of hot coffee, and the light of the screen. That is all; and that is wonderful. I forget how much I love the quiet mornings of solitude and peace. It's so easy to see past all the contentment to deal with the chaos that is everyday life in this little world of mine. So easy to stay too busy to take in the little things that should be what comes first. So easy to give up on flying and succumb to the gravity of everyday life. There are errands to run, bills to pay, laundry to be done, and weeds that need to be removed. Instead I think I'll just sit here a while and enjoy what I have right next to me: life.

We've had a good summer. Mei's 8th birthday started it off with a nice little bang, followed by a multitude of family get-togethers and sleepovers. We capped off the summer with a family camp out up at Alsea Falls. Smores, fires, hikes, and bugs. Who could ask for more?

                                                                   
This summer has definitely been one of adjustments and the crashing realization that regardless of how hard you try to avoid the pull of the cosmos, there is nothing you can do but continue pulling. In the end gravity always wins. Eventually you come crashing down to earth, usually in a heap of rubble. In the end the only thing to do is to put the pieces back together with some crazy glue and try again. It's the allure of what could be that keeps most of us going anyhow, right? Who knows, maybe someday in the midst of all my pulling and fighting I'll look up and see that the stars are no longer out of reach.

The kiddos are up and running amuck and breakfast is on the way thanks to an amazing man that is fighting gravity right alongside me. Here's to a great weekend. Cheers and happy flying!