I love weather good enough to inspire spring cleaning. The actual cleaning, not so much. It is going to be a long, exhausting weekend. But very, very sunny. You know that time of year when you just aren't sure if spring will really come back around? Today I was reminded that it always does.
I love looking forward to a date. Especially tonight's--we are headed to the temple. I realize that we can hardly call our service there a sacrifice, compared to what many members in the world must do to attend, (in Plantboy's mission, attendees had to use half a year's wages to take a boat four days up the Amazon and then get on a bus for 48 hours straight, it is slightly better now, but still a major ordeal) but it is still a seven-hour excursion for us start to finish when we throw in a fancy dinner at Jack in the Box. The kids are finally old enough that I feel okay about leaving them with a teen-babysitter and they will be asleep a big chunk of the time.
I've been feeling lately that I need the temple more than ever in my life, which unfortunately corresponds to the time in my life when it is the hardest to get there. I have to admit, I am really struggling right now. I think I may have a taste of what depression feels like. Any thoughts on this?