We're settling back in to whatever this new normal is supposed to look like where we have two boys instead of one. Where we are living with longing and disappointment and a heaping amount of gratefulness for what we have and that we are all together - here. In Texas, in this home. Todd heads back to "the salt mines" tomorrow as he puts it and I'm still waiting and applying and hoping.
Pictures have gone back on the walls and trinkets back on the shelves. All of the personally personal things I took down to make it look neutral and inviting for prospective buyers have returned.
Home finally feels homey again and I get that warm fuzzy feeling even when I look at the assembly of things by my desk where I am sitting here to write tonight.
To have Todd back in the every day with us again is heart-warming. His boys need him just as much as I do and I love that he loves being a daddy - that I don't have to beg him to be involved or to help. He's a good man, a good daddy, and I hope my boys are just like him.
It feels good to be settling in though. Even though so much is still up in the air in regards to income and jobs and unknowns in the future, our hearts feel settled. I've taken comfort and much peace knowing that today we've had what we needed. Today we've had a meal on the table, and money for bills and gas in our cars. Though this was yesterday's meal on the table. Tonight we had pulled pork sandwiches after I discovered some of the meat treasures we had stashed away in our freezer.
I suppose God had a different way of settling us in than we thought. He has us settled right here in this very home, and right next to His heart.