I can remember living with my parents and being left home alone (at a completely appropriate age), and just feeling weird. Lonely, maybe? A Little freaked out? I dunno.
But tonight, Tim is at Paul's puttering around with guitars, and I am here doing laundry and grading papers.
I am here contemplating making coffee and playing on the internet.
And I don't feel weird. I just feel like I am...at home. Alone.
I can also remember wondering what it would be like to be homesick for somewhere else other than my parents' house.
And when I leave here, I miss it.
Which is a good thing, I guess.
This weekend, we are planting our garden. There are 5 days of school left. Our entire weekend is booked. Two out of three evenings include plans in which I will see this sweet face.
Sometimes, things get so good that I find myself asking, "OKAY GOD WHEN IS THE OTHER SHOE GOING TO DROP?"
Like, I am looking for the ying to my yang. As if there is always an inevitable balance of good vs. bad.
Well. I have to quit doing that. I have to stop.
God is not a mathematician. Last time I checked, he does not function in patterns. I think in some ways, he is a God of chance.
And we've learned by now that we always find what we are looking for. So, love and no more bad habits. H.