day late, dolla short

I was leaving the house the other day and noticed a little green spider on the outside of the car window. He paused as the car started to roll, bracing himself against the wind. I turned onto the highway and started picking up speed. He lost his grip on the window one scrawny leg at a time. Soon there was just one leg left, holding on for dear life, while the others waved wildly above his body. I drove a while trying not to notice, then trying not to care, and eventually pulled over and flicked him into a nice patch of grass.

It all hit a little too close to home for me. Things have been picking up speed around here in an unprecedented way. School is insane, Nathan's job is insane and our kids are growing up while we're trying to hold it all together. I am spending more time on my knees, praying for help and for peace and for the strength to keep my footing and not fly off into a whirlwind of anxiety and panic. It's working. I'm alive, I'm getting stronger, I'm confronting things that seem impossible and I'm surviving. So much to share, but for now here are some photos from the last month of life.

 Stella's ballet recital. Classical music, little girls dancing in a beautifully lit space. 

Stella's ballet recital. Classical music, little girls dancing in a beautifully lit space. 

 Morning garden therapy.

Morning garden therapy.

 Long walks, bonding time. 

Long walks, bonding time. 

 And one of me. I turned 28. It's going to be a good year.

And one of me. I turned 28. It's going to be a good year.

This entry is part of an "11 on 11" series I'm participating in with some photographers whose work inspires me: Sara Kaleho (MN)Sanna Lee (MN)Marie Sant (UT)Kelly Sweda (CA), and Brandi Tejeda (CO. We all post 11 photos on the 11th of each month, just for fun.

We link to each other to create a blog circle. You can follow along by checking out Marie's post.