Two days I have stayed out on the water and now the freckles are loud and the hair is wavy and large and there are lines everywhere on my skin.  Now I am having a hard time remembering why I need to do anything other than house keep and play.

Summer spoils me.

We are going to camp tonight outside the trail we will ride in the morning.  I am going to suck it up and push it hard.  I am going to keep up with that man I love differently every day.

I am going to write this morning.  Finally, I am going to write.  I opened the document last week and it all screamed at me.  This is something I need to bring to completion.  There are still things I need to learn how to say, things I need to grapple with and put in place.  I am giving an account of what this marriage commitment has done and these early years are something I will want to read in the late years.

Because of the power of story.  Because of the beauty I am finding inside this great tension.  Because the more I write, the more I fall and my prayer moves from Grow the fondness in my heart to Jesus, You love me so well.