Thankful

I haven’t taken the time to say much about our time together in August. I had started keeping a mental list of all the things I had forgotten about, and how wonderful they were. But somewhere in the midst of “Gray normal,” I failed to transfer the thoughts into writing. I do remember a couple of things:

1. I had forgotten what it was like to go out for a meal at somewhere like Panera and only be responsible for placing my order, and helping the kids decide on theirs. I did not have to try to fumble through a purse to pay with a baby on one hip and two kids around me.

2. Someone in church commented, “Oh, that’s what it looks like to see your 3 kids dispersed between TWO adults! That is what this is supposed to look like.” I’ll admit, having Stan in church made things much easier. More than that, it was a huge comfort to have him next to me.

3. Sometimes I feel “trapped.” Like if I need milk or eggs or something little like that, and I don’t feel like dragging three kids to the store. Granted, I take all three kids shopping with me a lot; I think it is good for them to learn how to participate in this activity respectfully! But I don’t always feel like doing it. And in this season, my “grocery planning” is much more relaxed. Translation: I don’t plan as well, and I end up shopping frequently. In normal circumstances, I usually grocery shop frequently. But it was nice to have another adult at home so I could run to the store alone (or with 1-2 kids even!) if necessary.

4. We shared our 7th anniversary together. We celebrated with a dinner at Joe’s in Venice, one of our favorite places here. Yum!

I told Stan a few days ago that I am used to this rhythm (life with 3 kids and a deployed husband) now. It feels normal. But I miss him a lot. I am ready to have him back for good!

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