Life is Good

We made it! PG is home! And life, once again, is good.

We worked on an extra special banner to welcome Daddy home, and as we waited patiently for him in the baggage area at the airport, I snatched a photo of the girls holding our sign. They both were so excited to know that Daddy would be heading down the escalator at any moment. Life is Good.

And when they saw him . . . it's as if time stopped . . .

I know this isn't the best photo of our reunion - but I kind of love it. I love the movement all around PG and the girls - yet he is holding them so tightly, and they are holding him. My eyes were filled with tears (which is probably why the photo looked focused from my camera display.) When I got home and realized it was out of focus, I was bummed . . . but as I look at it more closely, I love it - it really shows a special moment of the girls with PG. So precious. I count my blessings every single day for this man I am married to. He is not only a wonderful husband, but he is also an amazing father. Not a moment goes by that these two little girls do not feel the love of their Daddy. I am blessed. And Life is Good.

After we returned home, we had a lovely lunch and caught up on some adventures of our days apart. Then I excused myself to the upstairs where 2 laundry baskets filled with clean, folded clothes waited to be put away. While I stacked shorts and t-shirts in their drawers, I could hear the laughter of these little girls echo upstairs to where I was. The Ticklefest of ALL Ticklefests was happening downstairs - and I smiled to hear the sounds of our home. I am blessed. And, yes, Life is Good.

I decided to steal a few minutes of silence and slid on top of our bed . . . it has been weeks since I have had a few moments to myself. I laid on my bed and looked at my feet, my ceiling, my pillow, my alarm clock, and the stack of books on my nightstand. Then, I missed them. My family. These three individuals who I have become so accustomed to. I had only been upstairs about 15 minutes, but I missed the fact that they were all together downstairs, and I was upstairs . . . alone. Isn't it funny how, when you finally get what you've been wishing for, you realize you really don't want it? Hmmm . .  So, I picked myself up, and went down to the family room. The house was quiet, which has been a bad sign the past few weeks (quiet = trouble!). But this time, it was all good . . .

I don't think any of them have been this still in 3 weeks. Yes, I am blessed.

And Life is oh-so Good.