30 Jun When your man is away…
What’s the best way to ensure hundreds of maggots,
a house without power,
water shooting through a basement hole,
and a grumpy-doesn’t-even-begin-to-describe-him toddler?
Have your husband leave for a week to attend a national design conference in San Francisco.
But truly, and I mean truly, we have much to be thankful for in the midst of the chaos.
Aunt Erin stayed with us for the week. So.grateful for the company!
We shouldn’t have caught the water as soon as we did.
The grumpy toddler is still alive. (Moms, you understand the victory in this, right?)
The lack of power created a space for candlelit conversation.
Hmm…can’t think of a single grateful thing on the maggots.
Lots of bike rides in between downpours.
Erin started and finished her first t-shirt quilt!
Many friends and babies to play with and care for.
Getting ready for a friend’s unborn baby gender reveal!
Corban loved when Aunt Erin picked him up to watch the big storms.
And then. He came home!
Corban helped me hold the sign, but he was sprinting so fast
when James walked through the gate that James didn’t even
get to see the sign until after all the hugs and kisses. We all teared up.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. But I don’t think mine
could bear to get any fonder, so I told James he may never leave again!
Erin, thanks for being a good companion for the week.
We (and I do mean all of us) miss you much already.
And seriously, nice work on that quilt!