Letting Go. Holding On.

Have you missed me?

Been a little while since my last post.

Busy keeping Nonie's hair out of her eyes, being Murph's swim coach, keeping the local librarians company, building trails with spritely 16-year olds, doing cannonballs in Gran's pool... you know, the summertime basics.

But mostly. I've been practicing the fine art of letting go (of the small stuff).

And holding on (to the good stuff)...

Let Go: And never mind that the caps are all on the wrong markers. (At least) They have caps.


Hold On: To these cute little hands. These sticky, dirty, summer hands (that create the cutest little summer pictures).

Let Go: Of bedtimes...in the summertime.

Hold On: To the smells, the sites, the sounds.

Hold On: To family.

Hold On: To friends.

Hold On: To Miss Nonie up there.

Hold On: To Mr. Murph down here.

Let Go: Of all things weighing you down.


Hold On: To that baby catfish. How cute it is.


Let Go: Of the things that slow you down and block your way.

Hold On: To the things that make the journey enjoyable.

Hold On: To those sweet babies when they let you.


Let Go: Of the mountains made of molehills.

Hold On. Hold On. Hold On....

Oh! Let Go. Let Go. Let Go...