Coming Home

There’s a lot to say about the last month.  Things were crazy and full of people and events and details.  My favorite part of all of that looked like this:

photo by the lovely and talented Mary Stafford

 
And then things were pretty relaxed for a week or so.  You never want to get too relaxed though–might make you soft or something.  So we threw in a plethora of directions in a foreign language and a conspicuous lack of a watch just for fun.  It definitely helped the adventure factor of that week.   
 
And then things started to get back to normal. 
 
My life is once again becoming a cycle of going to work and cooking dinner (or being cooked for), doing laundry, going to youth group, and spending time with friends and family.  Cars need repair, and the house needs to be cleaned.  Dogs need to be scratched behind their ears.  And you know what?  I like all of that.  Maybe I don’t like cleaning windows, but I like the normal things about life, and I like that I get to be fully present for them again. 
 
I’ll also add that things seem a little bit shinier these days.  There’s no Shine Fairie living above our house spraying things with Pledge every day (which is incidentally my favorite cleaning supply).  But marriage is good.  I had a sneaking suspicion during all of the wedding planning that marriage would be way better than all of that planning, and I was right.  So glad!
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2 thoughts on “Coming Home

  1. So glad marriage is better than marriage planning. Sorry to miss you on last 2 calls. I expect to be home and quiet this evening, scratching dogs behind their ears. Dad

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