Agitated from the concoction of baseball fury, kiddie transport and grown-up job balancing, my week was hungry and wild. Yet, as the hands gently approached closer to the sacred cusp of weekend, the beast was sated and the cool October air glided us all into the welcoming boundaries of home. And just like that, breathing was a little bit easier.
You see, my Mays like to move.
And while they do rock some sweet moves of our on-the-go lifestyle
there are some secrets to be found inbetween, wrapped up in the quieter moments of home.
Our clubhouse of sorts, optional truffle shuffle, is the safehaven for our moments that stand in the shadows of a full week's schedule. The too often overlooked quiet. There's some real magic in this inbetween.
In a 7 series drive of the CRAZIEST World Series, on a holiday filled weekend, during the first chill of fall... we put it all aside and reached for the inbetween with open arms... all the while, giving thanks to the beauty of DVR. Because sometimes, we just need to turn it all off and give way to what really matters.
Like "washmallow roasting"
and snoopy sorts of laughter...
and a far-past-your-bedtime snuggle on the couch.
It is in the inbetween where our kids will come to know the comfort of uninterrupted attention from their parents. A clubhouse marked by tents in the living room and jammies all day. This place where our real conversations are equally balanced with a good deal of silly ones. And if we're lucky... a place our not-too-far-away teen children will continue to seek out time with their not-so-cool parents.
The inbetween is a secret kind of magic... and if planted and nourished juuuuust right, will only continue to grow.
Linking up for what's important to me this fall here: