Outside my window...it is dark and not likely to get any lighter for many hours. The sun has finally set on this long and stressful day and I am very grateful to God for that fact.
I am thinking...about the reverses that are inevitable in all of our lives. I wonder what it will be like when one of my children has to take the position of parenting me.
I am thankful...for the daily wonder and revelation of the depth of the man that I married. While I was gone to the hospital with mom this man that I married spent the day fixing whatever he came across that needed repair and continued to unpack from our recent move. I love you beyond words Douglas Kraeger.
From the kitchen...my sister produced chicken soup for Mom's supper and now that the larder has been restocked tomorrow looks a lot better for all of us.
I am wearing....warm comfy pajamas. Not that I am not perfectly at home in whatever I wear but today I longed to take off jeans and get into something that spelled stay at home and not go out again.
I am going...to stay at home tomorrow! I think that I have had enough driving, moving, traveling, and otherwise visiting new places for a good long time.
I am reading...the piles of literature that the hospital gave me concerning congestive heart failure, how to cook for a cardiac patient, and what to look for and what to do if there is an emergency. (do you know how to dial 911?)
I am hoping...that we can have some peace, stability, order, and routine for a good long time.
I am hearing...the twins sounds of my husband snoring beside me and my mother snoring across the hall. Both of those sounds are strangely reassuring.
Around the house...things are beginning to get into shape. We are slowly finding places for everything and everything is getting in its place. Home is where my husband and I are together and I am pleased to say that we are adjusting well to this house.
One of my favorite things...knowing that those who belong in the house are all present and accounted for. It gives me a sense of completeness to know that when the doors are locked for the night the house is holding all those that it should hold.
A few plans for the rest of the week...finish getting the house put together, conquer mount washmore, get mom comfortable and adjusted back to her own home and routine.
Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...
My sweet little Savannah modeling her shiny pink boots. Boy do I miss those little people of mine.