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it’s nice to be back home.

Monday, September 24th, 2007

We came back on Saturday evening from a week-long stay in Baltimore, Maryland with my in-laws. Although we battled sickness most of the time, it was a really nice visit. We loved catching up with everyone (and really missed Tim and Steve who are away at college right now) and watching Drew interact with each person. We will be heading back up there for Thanksgiving and by then, Drew will be 7 months old (hard to believe!) and Tim and Steve will be home for the holiday.

We were also curious to see how Drew would do with traveling. This trip was his first long adventure and he did really well. He loves his car seat so we obviously had that in our favor. But he did well with napping and playing and we stopped about every 2 hours for a quick spin in the stroller and some fresh air.

It’s hard to be separated from family but until they get the hint and move down to South Carolina (hehe) we see many road-trips ahead in our future. 🙂 At least we like to travel.

But even though traveling is fun. It is so nice to be home. I am slowly getting into my routine again. Laundry done. Stack of books to be read is organized. List of To Do is handy. And the most important thing – when Drew wakes up in the middle of the night, I don’t have to stumble around trying to find where that Crying Thing Is. I just flip into automatic mode and about an hour later I find myself crawling back into bed having visited the nursery, changed the baby, fed him, snuggled for a few minutes and rocked him to sleep. ‘Tis nice.

little boy snuggles.

Friday, August 24th, 2007

innocent

I love it when he snuggles against me after breakfast.

His laugh is so tender it brings tears to my eyes. And it makes your heart stop a beat when he squeals after catching your eye.

I love finding him curled up in his crib, holding his hands tightly together. It’s as though he fell asleep praying for a puppy, ice-cream, or just one more kiss from Mommy.

loneliness is a bitter taste.

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

My Granny has been in rehab in a nursing facility for almost two weeks now. She is slowly regaining her strength and mobility as well as her wry outlook on life. Each time I go to visit her, I’m not sure if she will encourage me with a bit of spiritual insight or fuss at me because I didn’t get the ice cream out of her fridge yet. And while we are on the subject, she is going to FUSS when she comes back home to discover that I have “gone on a diet.” Real southern women never go on a diet, you know.

Our visits to Granny are still sweet though, and I am so thankful that she is gradually getting better. The worry that she’ll take a turn for the worse and we’ll have rough days ahead is ever present but I must remind myself that the Lord knows the path ahead and also will give us all grace and strength to tread it.

While winding through the halls, you cannot help but see aching faces, missing limbs, sad eyes, and hear quiet, yet desperate moanings. It is creepy. And the smell when you first walk in is enough to make you stop and turn around and head right back home. Thankfully, Granny is on the good side and her hallway is relatively normal. Well, except for the lady who presses the nurse call button over and over and over. Each time we bring Drew by, the wheelchairs start heading our way in a freakish zombie-like way and they mutter, “baaaaby!” There is pointing. And they always ask, “What is it?” Um. A baby. Oh, you meant is it a boy or girl?

And even though I am repulsed at times, I cannot help but feel so terribly sorry for the folks who are there. Some are merely there for a short-term stay, like Granny. And others are there always. And not all of them have family stopping to see them. Such loneliness.

I walk through the halls and try to smile and whisper hello. Some catch my eye and their smile grows wide and they catch their breath. And others have a blank stare. Already gone.For sure, the Lord hears many prayers from this place. Some are for healing and some for visitors. But many must be in the form of “Oh, Lord, please help me to never end up here.”

a nice bit of alone time.

Friday, August 17th, 2007

For the first time in awhile, I have the house to myself today. Daniel is off working from eCity Java in Anderson and Drew is sleeping quite a bit today (he had a Very Busy Day yesterday complete with a nice old man in the nursing home trying to convince me to let him take Drew). I keep using the remote control to keep the baby monitor playing and that really makes me feel lazy. I’m not really sure what to do. Goodness, there is laundry, the kitchen to be straightened, and the diaper genie to be emptied…but I’m ALONE.

pour sweet rain.

Saturday, June 30th, 2007

I’m curled up on the family room couch. It’s cool in the house and making me ache for hardwood floors so I could feel the draft on my bare feet. A thunderstorm is rolling in and although I can imagine my Granny is pacing back and forth in her kitchen right about now, praying to heaven that the storm will hold off, I can’t help but hope that the wind will pick up, the trees will begin to sway, and the rough pitter patter will dance on the windows. A storm feels cleansing.

Both of my boys are sleeping right now. Daniel has worked so hard this week and after finally finishing his projects up this afternoon, he ate lunch and then crashed in bed. I’ve rummaged about in the nursery today, cleaning and organizing, while Drew has played with his toys. I could tell he was sleepy when he no longer wanted to splash the frogs or play with Hedgehog Friend. So, I fed him and then tucked him in bed. And of course, the minute I tuck him in, he scoots his bottom really high in the air and blinks slowly until he falls asleep. Precious.

I am so grateful that today hasn’t been filled with projects, planning, and getting things done. I have been able to relax and take in the moments around me. That is, after the fog lifted from the benadryl I took earlier. Children’s benadryl. It still did me in.

It has been awhile since I’ve written here and I am overjoyed to be writing again. I love to chronicle my days and when life gets too swirly to write, I always wonder if I’ll regret it later. Also, I’m not the only one who has started blogging again. It’s going to feel like old times.