My friend Christine and her four daughters stayed with us through the holiday weekend, waiting for the first of the month and her new rental house to be available. I want you to read that last sentence with the most positive tone you can muster - I *loved* having my house full of friends and laughter. The small size of our home only concentrated the fun. And I'm so grateful to have my friend back, not only in Ohio, but practically in my backyard! She broke my heart back in February when she moved her family to Arizona, so it almost feels like a miracle that she's here in Troy again.
Christine has this adorable, sweet little one-year-old daughter, E. This little girl goes from sobbing to smiling faster than you can blink. She also goes from sitting quietly to in-the-dog-food-out-the-door-grabbing-the-chotchkes- that fast.
Our pastor this past Sunday mentioned how women forget the pains of labor and delivery so quickly. I commented to Christine that we forget much more than that. We forget how hard it is to have a newborn, an infant, a toddler. Chasing E. around (or maybe I should say watching Christine chase E. around) reminded me.
I think I'm satisfied with my life. Andrew is at a good age, he's stretching for more independence. I don't have to hover over my child all the time anymore.
I think I'm to