In many ways, our weekend was full of normal. We ran errands and finished projects up around the house. We ate together and hung out with friends and got groceries. On Saturday evening we even went to a wedding reception for a friend of mine - where Todd got a little dressed up and may have made me drool.
Seriously ya'll, my man is hot. Or as I hashtagged that evening, #myhusbandissofreakinghot. I will never know how I married such a hottie.
It left us both, and maybe me moreso, feeling very cared for and loved. We are remembered and surrounded by a community that though are still somewhat new to us, leave us feeling really a part of something special - how church is really intended to be. They aren't just people I say hi to on Sundays and have conversations about surfacy things with at after-church lunches. They're real and sincere and open and I've come to love them and being part of them. That's when it's hard to not let my wander to thoughts of....if we move away, I'll lose this.
Tommy had tears yesterday too. We had been talking to him all week about Todd's departure and new job and leaving on an airplane, but something sunk in yesterday morning as he wrapped his arms around his daddy and cried big, messy tears. Oh did this mama cry....when you realize that you can't keep your children from feeling pain... talk about a whole new level of parenthood.
And though I'm a bit sad, I'm already missing him, and have to consciously lay my fears aside about all that is ahead, I also feel much like the bright yellow lilies that greeted me this morning.
A new beginning, a new chapter, a new adventure....it's here.