no, the mrs. has indeed not forgotten how to type. although the absence was just long enough to warrant multiple attempts at signing in to blogger... most author's would apologize and give a succinct list of (perhaps worthy, likely not) excuses for such a lengthy intermission, very predictable.
not the mrs. she will, in fact, pretend that the calendar skips from October 2011 to September 2012.
except, time has a way of changing things, and things have changed. as if looking through the borrowed spectacles of a friend, the view is familiar, but distorted - if even slightly.
(not the basics.
family unit, happily intact.
the mouth's adhd still reigns (but not supreme)
the darling is still darling.
and the firstborn, well, is
as handsome as he is talented smart, kind and important (sorry, wouldn't want to give him an ego, or complex of some sort...)
the four legged community doubled, while the contents within the saltwater tank remained the same for the second year in a row (and much to the surprise and relief of certain members of the family).)
new food vocabulary was added to our menu. let's just say
gluten free isn't as terrifying as it seems at first, but it can be challenging, even after ten months.
multiple ambulance rides gave the mrs. a chance to meet and learn the names/faces of the local emergency responders and children's hospital staff, while the darling proved to be as darling as ever while being picked, prodded and scanned and eventually diagnosed with epilepsy. seriously, its serious but not that serious.
clear as mud. just like dealing with neurology staff.
we said goodbye (much too soon) to
'the favorite' member of our extended family. and even if it would have been 200 years from now, it would still be too soon. there is certainly a hole in many a heart, that could only be filled with the love and joy
'the favorite' could give...
the little white house was covered by the hand of the god we love as a tornado made it's mark on our neighborhood.
yes really.
lightening mercifully cleared the packed fields of the youth baseball complex across the street, minutes before the unpredicted and unexpected funnel descended upon us. occupied cars were flipped.
the neighbor lost the back roof of his home. other neighbors lost shingles and fences.
beautiful, deeply rooted trees were toppled. others were snapped or lost branches.
a branch that pierced the shell of this house was the most extensive structural damage this home received.
it is easy to joyfully deal with the mess
the slight but widespread damage
the loss of our things
knowing we could have lost much more that night at the dinner table.
our church family came together - once again - to help us achieve normalcy at a pace that would have been impossible without them. and all impossible without
him.
summer came and with it brought an opportunity for the professor to be employed by our church. even just for the summer, we gained so much more than a pay check.
the firstborn has sustained the normal bumps and bruises of growing up, and now changing school districts. (do not get the mrs. going, she can stay on that soapbox forever)
summer went, celebrated by a weekend at the lake. a teaser for heaven in the opinion of the mrs. but only if there is a boat and a dock and plenty of fish waiting to be caught, but not too easily!
school has now started, routines are set.
there are hours during the week where there is only one occupant in the little white house
she hardly knows what to do in the quiet she is left with.
so
the spotify playlist is long and varied
the speakers are often turned up louder than she would ever let the professor
she sings at the top of her lungs and dances around like a whirlwind
knowing that the hand of god will protect her even if she is unaware that she needs protecting
