Sometimes, there are no words.
Life seems to be heavy, and there are simply no words.
So, as I came home, I was perplexed, frustrated, and sad that I really had no words to put down on my blog. Our school week has been long, and we are all tired. However, my husband had words for me as I walked in the door this evening.
Currently, he is working at the same company as his Dad. It has been a joy to listen to the conversations that have built bridges between them. Jason has gotten to hear stories of family members who have passed. He has gotten to know another side of his mom, dad and their relationship. They have shared their words. Precious words that should be shared between family members, but all too often, we are too busy or self absorbed to ask and listen.
Today, he found out that his grandfather played baseball for the city as a young man. Jason was delighted with this information. He grinned from ear to ear telling me about how he must have gotten the love of the game from his Grandpa. Precious.
Words were shared. History was remembered and is now being celebrated. Stories.
We all have beautiful stories to share, relive, and celebrate. I think March and Slice of Life Writing Month is my absolute favorite month of the year!