I have been wanting to respond to all of your beautiful posts; but, I have been feeling weird. And, none of the things I want to say are as joyous as the life events about which you have written.
I feel like we are in a "waiting room" of sorts.
We are still waiting for test results to more clearly define dad's prognosis. I am grateful he is happy and comfortable. I am grateful for the care he is receiving at the facility we moved him, five days ago. (But, still waiting, trying not to worry, praying)
I am still waiting for the right time to talk with mom about the hard stuff. I have been waiting for a long time for her to begin healing. I am so grateful to see her doing well. It felt so good to be with her/near her/to talk to her, knowing that she was really listening. (Thank you, mom. I miss you already)
I am still disappointed that I was sick when you were in labor. I am glad that we got better quickly and could come and see 2-day-old Greta. I love seeing you come into your own as a mother. It's beautiful. (Enjoying the moments, I hope? Waiting for the hard stuff to get easier? It always does.)
I am looking forward to our homeschooling journey this year, more so than any other year. I don't really know why. I am just excited. I feel like we are at the "brink" of some serious fun and learning. We start our regular fall routine next week (we never really stop learning/school; but, we do relax a lot more in the summer). Waiting to start (good waiting).
I have home and yard renovations on my mind. No money yet; but, I have them on my mind. Lol. (Waiting. Patient waiting)
My boys and I are going to our family reunion tomorrow (for my husband's side). But, my husband is on a fishing trip (waiting for him to come home).
I try not to put off little things that I want to get done. It makes the "waiting" for the big stuff more bearable.
I love you, sister. You were also worth the "wait".