Together

Amazingly enough, the flight home from CA friday night was on time.  The Husband arrived around 10:30.  Can't begin to express how my heart feels to have him home again.  We had a nice weekend - slept late on Saturday morning, delivered a friend's birthday gift while on a quick walk, decided spur of the minute to see a movie (The Post - pretty riveting though not exactly the whole truth - dramatic license I guess.) treated ourselves to dinner at The Husband's favorite Mexican restaurant and did the whole day without rushing anywhere.  Taking it slow and easy, no pressure.  We both needed that.

Sunday was a strange day for me.  I don't know, it feels so good to have The Husband back, but I must have been kinda-out-of-sorts the whole day.  I wanted to cry every moment of the day.  (Actually there were a couple tears that fought their way through my willpower, but only a couple, don't even think my nose reddened.)  I dislike the 1-4 p.m. church schedule.  I'm ready to come home and put on my pajamas not matter the hour, I'm just done with the day.

But - the crockpot is my friend for days like this.  It's such a relief to come home to a meal almost ready to spoon into bowls and devour.  And I've made a note to myself - won't be wearing anything but flats to church for a while.  My knee was so sore from the heels, though I've never worn super high heels, don't have the mental attitude for discomfort.

Was so surprised - a dear friend came for a hug and literally sobbed on my shoulder. (What a vote of confidence in someone, to let them into your heart's hurt!!) She's heading off for a week of scary medical challenges.  We are so concerned for them - all of that family.  They never complain, or volunteer what they're going through, always put a happy face on things.  Had I not specifically asked I doubt I would have known. Our intense prayers go with them.  We're counting on Heavenly Father to take good care of them. 

And it's still weird to me to be January and 41 degrees outside.  The air quality isn't near as bad as our January inversion usually is.  Still, though, unless things change drastically, I worry about the water supply, especially if we have another hot summer.

Had to take a picture of this fortune The Husband brought home from his trip.  He's always talking about the journey being the reward, enjoying the journey.  Totally appropriate fortune for him.

And I loved this article.  I confess I've been guilty of that same thing.  I really need to just let other people be - no matter what it is about them or their actions - it really doesn't have anything to do with me.  Great Discovery While At The Beach

Am I still grateful?  Absolutely.  Grateful for the safe return of my bestest.  Grateful for mobility, that I can still walk the trails (though at a much slower pace until the complete heal of my knees).  Grateful for the sunshine to brighten what are usually dreary January days.  Grateful for reliable cars to drive and fun places to go in them.  Grateful for friends, for prayer and the ability to pray for friends.  And grateful for hope.  I cling to that.