For the few people who missed my mom's blog: Cory is now employed, with the Navy! He called me this afternoon from D.C., his voice dripping with jubilation . . . and the desire to nap. His hotel is on the same block as the Ford Theater, close to the Smithsonian and White House, but it was late enough when he finished up that I'm not sure he'll get to go sight-seeing.
Income is now accumulating, even though "Boot Camp" doesn't start until mid-September, but before you start thinking we don't have to move cross-country until October, let's keep in mind the school age children. It appears that elementary schools in that area start in August (too hot to play?). My biggest let-down is that the public elementary school with a drama program had an application deadline for the end of March. Oh, well. Maybe the next year.
So, house for sale. Hmm . . . I've been de-cluttering for months, could we be staged and ready by next Monday? We're having a little work party Saturday (okay, I haven't officially cleared this with Cory, but my adrenaline is ready).
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
How Do I Love Thee
Since I missed most of Church today, I've been getting a spiritual recharge from Mormon Messages on youtube. Elder Holland's message about love is the one that sank the deepest, partly because I'm missing Cory who is still on the other side of the continent, and partly from the discovery of how many different ways family have showed love and support for me, in the days I thought I would be most alone
like when Alex slept over, so we didn't have bring the kids to the shuttle in the middle of the night, then played with the children all Saturday morning, so I could catch up on housework
like the several family members who quickly salvaged a ridiculous situation when I locked my keys in my van . . . some by transporting us, some by unlocking the vehicle--I still can't believe they did it
like when people have talked with us and supported us and fed us and entertained us.
If Cory wasn't gone (until Tuesday), I wouldn't have known how much outpouring of love our families were capable of, nor how much I would miss him. I miss our evening talks about current events and the day's experiences. I miss his assistance in getting the children ready for church and for bed. I miss his interest in what I'm thinking and feeling. I miss his understanding so much before I explain, and how he will keep listening until he does understand, when necessary. I miss how he smooths out and solves tough situations and keeps a spare key in his wallet. I miss who he is, the texture of his spirit when we're working together or being together. I miss him.
like when Alex slept over, so we didn't have bring the kids to the shuttle in the middle of the night, then played with the children all Saturday morning, so I could catch up on housework
like the several family members who quickly salvaged a ridiculous situation when I locked my keys in my van . . . some by transporting us, some by unlocking the vehicle--I still can't believe they did it
like when people have talked with us and supported us and fed us and entertained us.
If Cory wasn't gone (until Tuesday), I wouldn't have known how much outpouring of love our families were capable of, nor how much I would miss him. I miss our evening talks about current events and the day's experiences. I miss his assistance in getting the children ready for church and for bed. I miss his interest in what I'm thinking and feeling. I miss his understanding so much before I explain, and how he will keep listening until he does understand, when necessary. I miss how he smooths out and solves tough situations and keeps a spare key in his wallet. I miss who he is, the texture of his spirit when we're working together or being together. I miss him.
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