Wednesday, February 25, 2009
February is never a dull month around the Trimble abode. 2 of our children were born in this month, so birthday parties are the way to break up the mid-winter blues. This year, with the fabulous victory of our Pi-ck-sburgh Stillers, and 2 birthdays, and a trip to the Natural History Museum to see the dinosaurs, I really can't complain that the winter is dragging on, and on, and on, and on... etc. You get the point.
Spring is around the corner. Swimming lessons, baseball practices, multiple family birthdays, a 10-year wedding anniversary (anyone know of a good wedding anniversary gift made of tin); lots to look forward to.
Yet, somehow, sitting here listening to the 5-year-old whining like a 1-year-old, the 2-year-old whining like the 5-year-old and the 5-month-old maintaining the only quiet I no longer enjoy (only because he's asleep); in concert all of this with the snoring of a yellow lab, I find myself cramped in this cabin.
Don't get me wrong, I love unconditionally. I wouldn't change where I am right now with anyone else. But with the sun beaming brightly in complete disregard for the 25 degree temperature, I long for the ability to mow the lawn. OUCH!
There are millions of fathers who never get to spend more than a few hours a day with their children. Surely they miss some of the best of their children. Most of the time I don't envy them. But this cabin is shrinking. And I am, as are my children, ready for the sun to be in harmonious expression of a spring 70 degree day.