Home

Yeah! My two oldest children are home. They spent six weeks with their dad in Georgia this summer and those six weeks felt like forever. Missing them is not an emotional experience I enjoy repeating at holidays or during the summer. But having them home and hearing three voices laugh and fight is much better than hearing the youngest child whine about missing them. With a three and a half year old, an almost twelve year old, and a fourteen and a half year old the house is never quiet. Even at night while sleeping the youngest snores (like her mother, father, and all her grandparents) and the middle one will moan or groan while the oldest talks in his sleep.
That's right, I said I was a mom in my last post. Actually I became a mom when I was 17 and gave birth in high school. I gave birth to a little boy 17 days after my 17th birthday. The very next day I left the hospital by myself to go home with my mother and that precious little boy went to the adoptive parents that God had picked out for Him. So technically I became a mom that day, but I was not responsible for raising a son until 1995.
Then in 1998 I had a daughter, and again in 2007 I had another daughter. So I have been wearing the mom hat for a long time and I love it. The saying that a good job is its own reward is true, but I would still like to have a few vacation days every now and then along with one or two sick days, you know!
So with my children all home my house feels set to rights again. Of course, I am not so sure their dad/my husband feels the same way. He likes quiet and clean. I know he loves them, and that he missed them, but I think he misses the quiet. :)
On to our errands and busy day ahead. Thank you God that my children are home and that we are blessed by your presence every day with every breath! Amen!