The sound of raindrops on the skylight startled me. I’d forgotten the once familiar noise; thought maybe a cat burglar (or just a cat) had landed on our roof.
It made me wonder what else that is now common place and overlooked I will one day jump at.
I’ve forgotten the sound of Eli crying.
Mothers can differentiate between their child’s cry and another’s. I was sad that Baby Eli is in some ways now lost to me.
Ezra has pretty much potty trained himself this weekend. My theory is that he’s fed up with waiting for me to settle down and get to it. Postponing seems to be our way of life these past few months. So, he’s taken it upon himself to make use of his froggy toilet. His cheerleading skills are equally impressive.
We’re still not in our own place. Which means that I’m making the hour round trip to the kids’ school twice a day. The words of Eugene Peterson on being a pastor have been my companion. Arthur Morey’s voice is so soothing.
I might actually miss my drive time.
We’re moving this Saturday! Luckily the majority of our possessions are still stacked in boxes in my mom’s garage. It should be our easiest move ever.
Tonight we asked the kids what they’re most excited to unpack.
Cora said Barbies…
Ezra said cars…
Eli yelled, “Wii!”
None of those items have been asked for in the past three months.
I’m really looking forward to a reunion with my Kitchenaid stand mixer and my crock pot. I’ve missed them.
It will be nice to be home; to become familiar again.