When a week begins on a high it’s always lovely. When things slowly pick up and I am able to shake some of my malaise and apathy and engage and enjoy it almost makes me buzz.
I love times like these. When I can enjoy the moment and laugh and be less on edge and without the echoes of nagging worries trying to drown out giggles and blind me to what’s happening right in front of me.
So much is happening and so much has happened but it feels like we’re pushing through the last of the walls now, ready to come out the other side.
This week we grew over an inch in five days. And we kept on growing. Those extra centimetres mean that we can reach things and see things that no one is prepared for. The phrase of the week became have you grown? Again. as cups and juice and books and all kinds of forbidden treats fell in our face as we stretched to where had never been reached before.
But seeing the world from a taller perspective has its drawbacks; things we used to run under, carefree and confidently, are now low enough to cause bumps. The ground is much further away and getting used to the new viewpoint and height is causing clumsiness because we’re not quite used to where our body is anymore.
Perhaps that contributed to the latter part of our week. Something so scary and heart in mouth that we hope is never, ever repeated.