Blizzard

Husband is a wonderful man. He just cleared our kitchen and washed all the dishes - we had almost every pot and pan not to mention plate and glass we own there. What we don't have is a dishwasher and we're not getting one since we are house hunting.

Now Husband is out there in this horrible blizzard not because we desperately need milk - which was his excuse for leaving - but because he LOVES storms and expecially icy driving conditions. The odd thing is that he doesn't get my love for climbing although it has the same element of danger. Mostly I guess we're both slightly mad and neither probably thinks that the danger factor is too grave since we know what we're doing.

Well, I used to know. Now after three years I'd need a bit of refreshing - but still. The thing with me is that what I like is the actual climbing; the moves and positions you have to find and maintain, the brainwork you do to figure out how to get from one spot to the next. I don't really mind where I climb or how high I climb. I don't have a deep rooted desire in a dark corner of my soul to climb the Everest or K2 or any of the highest mountains in the world. To me that's just walking up very steep and rather uncooperative terrain and possibly getting killed while you do it.

Anyhow Husband is out there, Lotta is asleep - first time in a while that she hasn't woken up every thirty minutes to make sure that I'll come soothe her - and I get to write for a little. I miss writing. In my work it's usually sermons and then of course this blog so it's not as if I'm a writer but I miss writing that stuff. For me it's the best part of my job.

Now that I'm at home with our daughter this blog reflects that, and it is as it should be. I'm not complaining but it is different than when I started. And as I return back to work things will change again. For now my life is about teething and solids and poop and diapers and naps and separation anxiety - daddy wearing a black baseball cap was veeery scary - and sleep deprivation and dirty dishes (tons of dirty dishes).

But it is also about a little girl who learns something new every day, who on Friday gave me a kiss on the cheek without prompting just because she was pleased to be picked up from her stroller after her nap, a Husband who - without prompting - washes the dishes and takes our laundry to the laundry room downstairs (our washing machine broke down three weeks ago) and about a thousand little smiles and giggles and laughs with the both of them and I really wouldn't change any part of my life for anything in the world :). For all of it both dirty diapers and little kisses I thank God.