The small things.

I'm not a big thrower-arounder (technical term) of things like religion and politics on the blog, but sometimes things line up in a way that leaves me no doubt that there is something and someone bigger than us all calling the shots.

This last week has been stressful. At times things have moved forward seamlessly, while others have left me crying to multiple, poor, unsuspecting AT&T employees on the phone (and that was while D was still here).

D-day arrived...in fact it came and went, and we're fine. We went over our lists and checked off all of the things that needed to be done and they all got taken care of. 9 months worth of pet medications have been pre-purchased, flights home for Christmas have been booked, the ins and outs of the sprinkler system, alarm system, and fire arms have been discussed. Power of Attorney has been granted, wills have been drawn up (vom), daddy dolls have been gifted and enough hugs and kisses to cover the next several months have been given and received.

In just the last few days we've gotten 3 new neighbors. We are literally surrounded now and it feels so comforting to know that the houses around ours are filled with other families and not sitting vacant. I feel like our little house is right in the middle of a big house hug...haha. But seriously, what are the odds that after almost 4 months of living here, we'd FINALLY get a sense of community right when we need it most? D was even able to meet all of them with us and I know he feels at ease knowing that our closest neighbor is no longer a quarter mile down the loop of homes. (Ok- there is one closer than that, but they aren't social enough to count.)

To our right is a vacant lot between our house the next. For months we randomly have talked about how it would be so nice for that lot to be built before March so that we don't have to deal with construction noise while bringing home a new baby and dealing with all that will entail. There are 72 lots in our neighborhood...less than 15 have been completed...and you guys, I am not lying when I say they came literally at the end of the workday while D was outside getting his things packed up and marked off that space to be built next. I know it seems sort of silly, but out of almost 60 options, that is the one that was chosen. It's just another small thing that makes me smile...and also makes me concerned that we may have people listening in on our conversations. Either one.

It hasn't been long, but Grace is doing just fine. In fact, I need to give the kid more credit. I was dreading school pick-up and having her ask "Daddy home?" like she always does. She hasn't asked once since he left, instead she'll state, "Daddy work." She will go on and on and basically tell me that daddy is at work right now. She says it when she wakes up and before she goes to sleep next to her daddy doll. She is more perceptive than I thought. I really haven't had to explain anything yet and just confirm that, "Yes, Daddy is at work and he misses us and we can draw a picture to send to him soon!" We'll see how things go as time goes on.

Me? I miss my best friend and get sad sometimes, but the easiest way to move forward is just to stay busy. I've been more productive at home than I have in weeks and everything- taking the trash out, doing a load of dishes, putting away laundry...sort of seems like a small victory. Dumb, but it's like, okay, I can still do all of these things and it's fine. In fact, no one else is going to do them, so it's on me to keep our home functioning as usual...and even though they are things I've always done, I feel a bigger sense of purpose doing them now. Work has picked up and I can get some extra hours during naptime and after bedtime this weekend, so those lulls during the day won't be so lonely. Coping at it's finest. :)

 

 

On a lighter note, we are almost exactly 5 months out from Baby #2's due date...which means hopefully less. Halfway in less than 2 weeks and things are going wonderfully. Grow little nugget. :)

 

xo,

H