Slice of Life: Not Ready to Put It Into Words ... #SOL21

364 days ago… in our kitchen

Ryan comes up the stairs to grab another bag of groceries to bring to his grandparents.  He watches me trying to fit as much into our refrigerator as possible.

This is a lot of food, he comments.

I know. I just want to make sure we have enough in case we can’t get to the store.  We have two refrigerators here so we can store it and bring it to Nana and Grandpa if we need to.

We both take a moment to pause.

It’s starting to feel like one of those apocalyptic movies … like the world as we know it is coming to an end, I joke.

Not even close … you can tell you don’t watch those movies.

Today … a text message from college

It took me a minute, but his words transported me back to that small moment in our kitchen when it was all just beginning. I can’t begin, and haven’t yet pushed myself, to reflect on all this year has been - the milestones, heartaches, creations, losses, memories, new traditions and connections. I guess I’m not ready to put it all into words. I’m glad one year later Ryan did it for me.

This post was drafted using speech to text - blogging this month with broken arms.