Day 26 of the Rest of Our Lives

A bit of an emotional dumping about the last month.

Today is the 26th day of having Jeremy home full time. “Day twenty-six of the rest of our life,” ya know? The best way I can describe it is like it feels just a little nudge closer to how the Father intended His kids to live. A whisper closer to heaven. Like we’re living and breathing and seeing each other for the first time in years.

Most mornings I still wake up and think “how is this our life?” And then repeat the question again later. There have been more group hugs, afternoons by the pool, mornings on the couch in the last 26 days than in the last 11 years. We lose track of days, work really hard in the morning and play really hard in the afternoon. Or not. We could nap.

It feels like a dream. But I don’t want to wake up. Or am I actually the most awake I’ve ever been?