HI, Honey. I'm Home

My yard work didn't miss me at all.
How is it possible that weeds thrive without water, and grass struggles for the breath of life? That seems a cruel trick of God. My back yard is so white-trash, that I was thinking of investing in pink flamingo yard art.
My attention has been focused on laundry and domestic inside sorts of things. I cleaned out the 'fridge, and bathed. And moved furniture back out to the living room, on to the new carpet.
We were released from the hospital about 10 p.m. last night. I needed a U-haul to carry all the stuff we'd accumulated home. Michael was positively buoyant upon his release, but has found himself disappointingly exhausted today. He's been sleeping this afternoon. I was thinking that a nap would be a really smart move for yours-truely, as well.
I'm glad to be home, despite all the catch-up that needs to be done.
The past week has been a productive adjustment of all things priority. Do you know that a ruptured appendix was usually a death sentance just a short few years ago? That realization brought into sharp relief all that I have to be thankful for. My boy is alive. My life is pretty sweet, in truth. The yard is a disaster zone, but I have loads to be glad about.
I'm hugging my kids a little tighter today.
Peace and quiet, family and food, health and prosperity....all these can change in a moment. Ah, but we are loved. God is Good. At least I have a yard to hate.
My children are great, and my future is bright.
That, and I can take a nap if I want to.