Sunday night I kept feeling like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..." Praying that if I'd click my heels I'd wake up and it would all have been a dream.
Unfortunately it wasn't.
But I was so blessed by your prayers. Thank you ladies, so very much. My heart was so touched. And it really helped me survive.
Until the vehicle incident it wasn't a bad weekend. Somewhat stressful, but not anything surprising. We celebrated my youngest son's birthday with family (the "real day" was last week). This weekend was also the one year anniversary of my mother's death.
I've been trying not to let the two events meet in my son's mind. When he is older I don't think he will have an issue. Grandma did not die on his birthday--but mighty close.
The van thing...just was one straw too many on this camel's back. And it was...ahem...rather pricey. Over $500 pricey.
But, if you remember back a bit I talked about us not moving. Thankfully that choice and others we've made (and GOD!!) have allowed us to have money set aside so we could cover the repair. It wasn't something we wanted to do. But I felt so blessed that we were able to do so.
The time the boys and I got to spend with my father was good. We spent time with my sister and her children. We visited our second zoo in eight days.
And so now I am home. Stiff from the drive. But so ready just to have my little idiosyncratic life back. I will make an attempt to catch up on my blogging over the next few days.
Be it ever so humble...
Thanks again for your sweet prayers.
Off in search of my pillow...