the first day of the fast i was ready to make a confession: i don't necessarily enjoy fasting. it's true... i never did. but every year (except the year when i had a 3 month old baby to feed) i still did it, because i had to. because it was another way to show love, and obedience. but this year, for the first time i'm actually enjoying it. it might be because the weather here is so perfect (not hot enough to make me thirsty, not cold enough to make me crave food). it might be because i still have to wake up almost at the same time as usual, but now i my husband wakes up with me and we have breakfast and prayers together. and then i go about my day. once in a while feeling a little hungry or a little thirsty but happy. happy that i can do this. out of love. and having dinner early is so nice. the three of us enjoy our dinner together and then play for about an hour until it's shower time and bed time for the little one. and we read books and say prayers. and then it's just the two of us. i'm going to miss this schedule. and the feeling that my mind and my soul are stronger than my body. if i can do this, i can do so many other things. i'm excited for the new year, and all the opportunities it'll bring.