Um. (Awkward silence and looks away.)
My sister and her family are home for four months! Can we start the conversation there? Remember when they left? And then we went to visit? And then I went to visit again? And now they're home.
The littles met Maggie. They are sincerely impressed by her ability to act dead, roll over, and shake on command. They are also sincerely wary of coming within the bounds of her leash. I don't blame 'em. Have you ever let your puppy accidentally knock over not only your nephew but also your niece? No? Me either.
We're all captivated by something, save Maggie who knows the guy in the red shirt has treats.
My sister had a baby three days before I did. Did I tell you that? So the new cousins have gotten to hang out. It's hard to tell if it made an impact on them or not.
I'm not looking at you. No way.
Okay, okay. Have some sleeve.
Other than the excitement of family returning (oh and sleep training!) daily life replays as following: Aaron gets up and goes to work. I stay at home and take care of Anna. (Which I really do love!) Aaron comes home. We eat. We go to the New Old House and work. We come home. We go to bed. And...second verse same as the first! It has been a hard season. Real life feels like it is on hold. I find myself thinking "When we move into the house life can continue...".
In these present days, a sweet baby girl is changing all the time and the maple trees are flaming red and orange and Aaron and I are pushing deep into the ground of longsuffering love, finding a deeper vein than we've had cause to nick into before.
This is life. When does life ever match up to the optimal conditions we imagine? I'm banking that soon, I'm gonna look back and see that the reality was better than the imagining.