We drove and drove and drove and drove. And we are home. Home from the coast. Home from Savannah. Home from where my baby daughter will call home for the first few years of her grown up life. She loved it and her loving it gave her dad and me the best relief known to parents. The relief that she is going to be all right.
On any given night this summer I feed eight or nine people. Last night I made roasted chicken (6 pounder!) with vegetables, mashed potatoes, salad and bread. There were no leftovers but salad for the two who had to work late. I grocery shop every day and the trash collector is about to raise my rate.
Emily will be all right and so will we. Come August these kids begin drifting back to college and by mid-September it will be just Carl and me - for the first time in 25 years. Amazing! We are looking forward to it, and joyfully. Time really to talk, to cook together or go out just us. To be best friends without having so much kid business to negotiate every day. Sort of like when we were in college but with dogs and chickens. And kids of course. Lots of kids. Kids with huge appetites.
I pray you are enjoying your house and the people in it this summer. The very best God gives us.
~ peace & prayers, pastor annette