Breathing in. Breathing out. When it all boils down to it, life is all about breathing, isn’t it?
Tonight, after my commute home and some errands, I am glad to delay dinner and just breathe for a few minutes. Greg is outside, working on the garage. The kids are enjoying some screen time. And I am breathing.
I feel like I’m breathing differently these days. I’m breathing with lungs that are truly ready to start running again, as soon as I can drop a few more pounds with eating changes. I’m breathing with less stress. I’m breathing life into a body that is getting enough rest and not relying on coffee to get me through. I’m breathing.
It’s been seven days (plus a weekend) at my new job, and there have been a lot of breathing moments in these days. There was my high school reunion and Father’s Day without being on call. Being able to go to lunch with my kids and not feel like I needed to race a clock back to the house to get back online. Walking in the garden that my love has put his labor into. Breathing in the smell of lilies on lunchtime strolls around my office park.
It’s been a few weeks of better breathing for Arianna, too. She met with an allergist on Friday and confirmed the bloodwork (food panel) was right – no milk or peanut allergies. She does have some environmental ones, which that paired with her asthma were what’s been deemed our ‘lil trip to Children’s ER a few weeks back. She’s breathing more often with the help of her inhaler, with goals to get off that soon (except for exercise), too.
It’s been deep, labored breaths for Evan as he realizes the TORMENT of summer break. Early mornings waking with the sun paired with the desire to stay awake until the sun goes down paired with playing and Bible school and lunches and boy-life are taking a toll on his plans. The next days will likely bring the addition of a nap (or quiet time) to cut down on the sighs and side-breaths we’re getting around dinner time. Boys…they will be boys!
And Greg’s been breathing more calmly, too. His job changed as well, back to being a Stay at Home Dad full-time. It’s an adjustment, but we’re so glad breathing is a little bit easier. That Sundays are truly family days again. That I don’t have to beat the traffic home across the city.
This breathing thing. It’s pretty nice.