merry go round

I spent my first 25 years in St. Louis, Missouri- part of the great Midwest, a place I will forever call home.







St. Louis is the home of the majestic gateway Arch, which is the tallest manmade monument in the United States.


Home visiting 16 months ago.

Winters were beautiful in so many moments. I remember the sound of snow falling on snow- like a subtle fizz rising to the top of carbonated beverage. I remember the way the snow glowed at night, the palest of blues. I can almost remember the way snow tasted- like cold and swimming and clean. And after the excitement of the first snow wore off, and I had already worn my new favorite Winter sweater eleven hundred times- I was over Winter. It's mostly brutal for a gal like me who hates hates hates to be cold. I'd rather be melting, sweat trickling down the back of my knees any day.

So I feel you, my cold weather friends. I want to share our warmth with you, and remind you that this too shall pass. We will do this all over again next year, and the year after that and the year after that too.
It's like the Merry Go Round.




We have to find beauty in the over and over and over again parts of life. Sometimes I don't think I can handle one more Monday, one more visit to the same park, one more lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwich.



They were so excited to get on.


He looks scared, but that's his- I'm about to jump out of my skin I'm so excited face.





He clung on for dear life.



And then preferred to watch.

And Greyson rode the Merry Go Round over and over and over again. It never got old to him.



Each time was a new and different experience. Each time the bell that signaled the start of the ride went off- his eyes would fill with that perfect mixture of joy and anticipation.






Change is good, but sometimes unavailable. So we must find the beauty hidden in the Merry Go Rounds of life. I think that's a big place where joy likes to hide. If we look close, there's always something new to discover. A new lesson to learn. Something heavy to let go of and a new way to look at the same old thing.


Hope your Monday is filled with the good kind of unexpected.


Love,

Chrissy