Mar 28, 2014
We were deep in the middle of a financially difficult season, for our family. The whole year had been particularly taxing on our lives. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. It was tough to lift up my head and face the day, every day. Further complicating it, was harshness of our NY winter, it seemed to last forever. Everything looked so gray. So forgotten. I felt that all parts of joy had truly left me and may never return. Going through these tough times and engaging many sacrifices to make ends meet, was stealing the rich succulence out of my life. That is to say bluntly, I was not having ANY fun at all. Not even the cheap kind.
On that bleak day in New York, I sat, exhausted by it all. I needed a breather...a break...a reason to smile and celebrate. Anything to put some color back into my soul. It wasn't just me. My husband's coutenance looked as if he were made up of ashes. This wouldn't do. It couldn't go on.