Lukas As My Feet

Lukas and I are always talking. Even when I’m not really aware of it - which can be so cool! (and humbling, in all honesty)

Take this picture, for example. As I sat down to write this blog post about him being right at my feet a lot lately, (like I’m worried something is seriously up as to why he’s so clingy), I thought I’d rename the photo from IMG_5408 to “Lukas at my feet.”

So - I followed the file renaming steps and as I went to upload the picture to my website, I saw that I had, in fact, typed the title as “Lukas as my feet.” And, there, in all the glorious synchronicity, was the answer that Lukas has been giving me.

We left our home in Alaska exactly a year ago last week. And in this past year, we have moved a total of three times (AK to the U.P., U.P. to my parents basement, basement to our new house). We are all exhausted in ways we are still understanding. On top of that, I’ve moved back to the area where I grew up. This lets me be closer to my parents, sister and her family - and it let my husband be closer to his eldest son and grandson.

While I’m so happy to see my mom and dad for lunch whenever we want instead of flying on a red-eye flight for 3,500 miles - being back in the arms of family has brought up old patterns and behaviors. Ones, I’m happy to report, no longer serve me.

But, as Lukas has been telling me, this letting-go process still leaves an already vulnerable and unsteady me, feeling ungrounded and unprotected. So, he’s stepping up, so to say, to be right there, as my feet, as we start new chapters and settle into our new life.

Lukas hanging out, right at my feet, regardless of where I go or what I’m doing. This is the bathroom floor.