If I were doing anything of importance – anything other than getting out of bed and going to the bathroom first thing in the morning – I’d like to be wearing more than the American beach volleyball players are wearing.
I’m just saying. I’d hate to be involved in a seriously competitive endeavor wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and my undies.
But that’s just me.
In other news, there’s this:
|Sleeping boy (in pink shorts)|
It is Sunday afternoon, and we have had an incredibly busy weekend. And by we, I mean my husband and my two sons, the current inhabitants of this home. We continue to adjust to this new way of living, and I daresay we are thriving. But at the moment, the male inhabitants of the house (which is to say, all but ME) are napping.
Funny, that. I have dreaded this – the girls leaving – and yet I find myself at such peace. In fact, as I said to my mom yesterday, I think I am happier and more content than I have been in a few years.
Our weekend has been filled with sawing and hammering, finishing up the loose ends of the home addition. It’s essentially done; there is a bit of construction left (drywall for a hole in the wall and a new closet), but my incredible husband can do anything, and construction is no exception. He’s on it, and we have just a bit of work left, and we’re doing it together.
We’ve moved into our “new” bedroom and realized that it’s a first for us; he moved into my space after we married, and then I moved into his space when we changed houses – but this is new space for us, and it matters. For the first time in his life, Daniel has a bedroom and a closet of his very own. He’s loving his new space (our old space) and that makes me very happy. Nobody should have to live in the basement forever.
We have some loose ends to tie up, but the bulk of this project is done, and that has relieved a good bit of stress. My husband has been working hard to adjust his lifestyle with his health as a top priority, and it’s making a huge difference in attitude, energy, demeanor and the happiness of his wife.
I’m just saying.
And we’re having dinners together, just the four of us, and the conversation is actually pleasant and informative. And fun. Things are rising up here, and it’s all good.
I love my family. I’ve never been more content at home. Plus it’s tomato season, and fresh squash, and watermelon, and I LOVE the taste of summer.
And in just five days, the pilgrimage back home begins. One comes Friday; the next on Tuesday, then the third on Thursday.
And that is cause for celebration. No matter how happy I am with the current state of affairs, there’s nothing like having them all home.*
*(All but Nelson, who stole our hearts but headed back to Nashville to seek his fortune. We miss him, too.)