Daughter 2’s first day at home in a month was yesterday. Oh how I have pined for that child. We homeschool together, so when she is gone, there is an absolute hole in my life. God had done His part, while she was away I had so many wonderful experiences with Him and the people He put before me. My heart still was empty for the three of my children who were elsewhere this summer….even though one has already grown up and left our nest, when the two youngest were gone it was so much more the hole. Son1 and I had special times, but there is something about your girl being away…..its just different.
So why is it on her very first day home……that before the day was out I was perfectly exhausted and totally aware that she had arrived. How you ask? Well, you could leave my office and follow the trail. First there was the dog leashes, outfits, and collars on my dining room floor that they had apparently used for a runway fashion walkway for the Peekapoo. Then trailing down the hall to the children’s restroom there as a faint poofing of tuffs of hair were apparently Tater and Mr. Bingley’s grooming experience began and they lost. Back in the kitchen the cupcake mix and pans were still where they were after she made the pups their own special welcome home mini cakes… Follow right down the hall to the Master Bedroom where MY bathroom was obliterated when the showdown began for the baths after the grooming, following the fashion show served with mini cakes and doggie treats. And we won’t count how many times I heard “Mama….I want to show you this and this and this” as she pulled out a zillion art projects she did in Arkansas….making a floor mosaic with her tiles of color…forgetting to pick them up later….. Do we see a pattern here?
As I gathered things from all over the house this morning, little girl things, from bracelets to hair bows, to dog costumes to diaries…..I am joyfully aware that my girl is home!
God is good….
