I’d just put the coffee on. Blindly feeling around the darkened kitchen for filters and crossing my fingers as I poured the water, hoping I wouldn’t miss and splatter the counter tops. Mostly successful, I inhaled the brew as it waifed from the kitchen to the living room, enveloped in the morning dark, accompanied by little boy’s voices from the hallway bedroom. While I don’t relish waking at 5am, there’s something reverent about the very early morning moments.
And it’s in these moments of peace and stillness, before the toys in the hallway bedroom are tossed around and toddler rants are chanted, that I offer thanks for the moments we’ve had and set up prayers for the ones to come. I think over the previous days, remembering. Having Josh to ourselves for a bit, the cozy rain-day that kept us in our pajamas, date night, oh and that time when I sent a text to my father-in-law that was actually meant for my girlfriend. !!!!
Yes, one of those texts; Meant only for a girlfriend’s eyes – containing quippy, jovial, yet personal girl-kind details. I believe the words “lady time” were used. Yes, as in reference to that monthly visitor.
Messages had been flying back and forth between Josh’s family and I, chatting about Josh’s upcoming job decisions and other such details. How my thumb fingers clicked on what was clearly labeled as Dad Inkenbrandt instead of Sara I have no clue, but what doesn’t kill you (and I did almost die of mortification) makes you stronger. And makes you thank the good Lord above that your father-in-law has the sense of humor needed to roll with his son’s wife and her mortifying laps of brain activity. If I haven’t mentioned this before, I have in-laws who are hilarious, amazing and gracious and have made me their own. But still! Mor-ti-fying!
If your goal is to lose all pride and one day become the woman who never gets embarrassed, I suggest starting with an embarrassing text to your father-in-law. It’s a good jumping off point.
Jacob is all about the magic. Not a few times did he ask Josh to show him “just one more time” how the tricks work. And Josh did because that man, he loves his boys and he’s no fool. He knows there’s only so many more years before the sheen of removable thumbs and shuffling cards wears off. He also knows the magic of this moment, sleeping soundly in arms, will be gone before we know it. So he plays the good cop and lets little man sleep a little extra.We spent some time this weekend walking around where Josh’s new office is. It’s an adorable town and the appeal to move down that way is nipping at my heels. I love where we live now, but moving doesn’t seem so awful after all. We’re still making the pros and cons list and chatting it over and praying, but I have no doubt it will all work out one way or another. I love when new things come into life and offer up the chance for adventure. I love it, especially, after I wiggle myself into that comfortable position that perspective sets out for me.
Judah balked at the return to school and for a bit, staged war on his therapists this morning – voice messages from his school crack me up – but he’s a boss and finished the day happily. So, we’re back to routine everybody!
How’s your week been going?