Waiting. Sure that something will happen.

The kids have waited for snow for so long. Little faces peering out the window, new snowshoes in hand. And now, it's snowing but they're still waiting for the snow to be deeper than their snowshoes.

I'm waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing. Waiting for a promised email or phone call. Waiting. Sure that something will happen. Anxious that it won't or that it will be not what is expected and hoped for.

Learning to wait without the anxiety is a worthy goal. I've heard that being thankful in each and every moment in life--even the anxious times--helps. There is always something to be glad about. Pollyanna in this moment of the book is unable to see what there is to be glad about. But her friends are helping her. And since I read the book before my kids did I know that the result will be positive. Helping friends in our moments of helplessness is something to be glad about.

Didn't mean to moralize. I can tell you the reason for this theme though. Simon is in Costa Rica and I'm waiting for him to tell me what he's up to. He's helping out at a camp (not the one we worked at), building a cabin, updating a house, and generally trying to encourage those he comes into contact with.

He will plan another work trip towards the end of March. If anyone is interested, please contact us.