I bid a good evening to the four of you who frequent here.
A very late good evening.
All is well here. We have made the transition from Haywood to Humphrey with few bumps and bruises, thankfully. Other than Anna falling off the U-Haul truck and down the stairs face first we are fine.
I know I need to get you all some pictures and such, but lately my time just escapes me. I am back to middle of the night blogging for now.
Today was such a sweet day. Joel's Mom and Dad came for a brief visit. They came in about 2 and will leave for a conference around 6 this morning. We kept it a surprise to the kids but really I think I was more excited to see them than they were if that is at all possible. Ok maybe it was a tie.
Anywhoo, I hugged them and hugged them and then got to making food for them. While out on a vanilla run Mom and I got lost, she discovered Ellicottville, loved it, found a coffee shop, bought me some coffee and made me feel loved in between.
We ate, laughed, talked, ate and finally let them get some sleep before their really early morning. Joel took the couch, I the chair and ottoman and before we retired Joel and I read and prayed together. While reading my eyes just welled up with tears and I just began to add up all of the miles between us and miss them before they had even left. My main thought, far fetched as it may seem was, "What if they get old and cannot make the trip anymore?" Thankfully Joel did NOT laugh at me, but hugged me and said, "Then we will make them move in with us."
As we were leaving and even before then in the little house on Haywood I would think of them getting old and just wanted to take care of them. I have this overwhelming desire to take care of them.
Tonight I had such fun making them a meal, feeding them dessert, trying to figure out how to make coffee, and making cinnamon rolls to bake just before they leave tomorrow. I just want them to know that I appreciate them opening their home to me for eleven years. For watching our kids so Joel and I could take a breather, for bringing over soup and crackers when one of us was sick, for loving our kids, for making me feel like I was a good wife and mother.
Now don't get me wrong, there were times we just frustrated the fire out of eachother. But they never let me know it, and I got over whatever silly bee I had in my bonnet. Sometimes I felt we might have been too close. But now....now we are sooo far away.
The Lord indeed has such patience with me. How He must shake His head at my change in feeling so sporatic and sincerely.
This is it...... I love these people. These are my people and I cried for an hour when I drove away from them. I have married up, gotten the better end of the deal, snuck my way into this wonderful family of mine and I am stayin' here too. I want to thank them for an amazing son who is a sincerely kind Pastor. I want them to know that I would do anything for them, that I hang on their compliments, pray for them wholeheartedly, look for their handwriting, treasure the time I have with them, and never want to stop hugging them.
Tonight as they sleep above me in a room we tried to fix just for them, I miss them already, wish them the best of everything God can offer and sit beneath them loving on them in their sleep.
And crying and wiping my nose on my robe.
So maybe you didn't need to know that part.
I love my In-laws, and wanted you all to know it.
Goodnight sleep tight.
Galations 5:22-23 "But the fruit of the Spirit is LOVE, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."