Fall break. Two words that officially help me get through the rest of this semester. Today is the last day of this lovely, week long break...and I am soaking up every moment until the timer goes off.
The week started on such a high note. After waking up at 4:00am, trekking to the Denver airport, landing in San Diego (with a drastic weather change), I found myself on the scene of a chaotic family event. My little brother, who I still see as a blonde hair, bull cut, 4 year old boy, asked his childhood, crush to be his future wife. I felt like I was on the set of a movie when I watched him walk into his future in-laws' house with this crazy, big smile on his face. Max knew that I was going to be in town, but Leigha had no clue. Seeing her jump up and down, and scream, when I saw her was worth the weeks of the silent treatment that I had been giving her (I am a terrible liar. Desperate times call for desperate measures). I could not imagine gaining a better sister. The fact that I have been able to invest in her life since she was an awkward junior higher, was able to be a part of her and Max's first year at Vanguard (despite their flip-flop emotions for one another) and have been a part of watching their relationship develop and grow...is unique to any other story that I have heard. I love them both dearly and I am extactic for what is to come!
After the 48 hour whirlwind in San Diego, my two lovely sisters, Katie and Alli, flew out for a 5 day Colorado experience. Colorado gave them nothing short of an incredible experience. The weather alone was ridiculous. Monday: 75 degrees. Tuesday: Rain, 45 degrees. Wednesday: Snow, 15 Degrees. Thursday: Clear Skies, 30 degrees. Needless to say, it took WAY too long getting dressed and attempting to get out of the house. I will treasure my time with these ladies...forever. We filled every moment with new adventures. One day, the whole wolf pack will be reunited.
After a lovely Sunday run...I am back to reality. Planning for the next 27 days of classes until Christmas break. Plotting out the finals that I will give. Choreographing for the Christmas letters production at church. As chaotic as life is- I am excited to be reunited with my students. If at any moment I loose sight of why I do what I do, I just need to step back and remember the grace that I am given daily. I am called to be a representative of Christ's love to these kids, and will gladly take on this task day by day.
Continue running the race strong, my friends.
All of My Love.
