Another week has passed. I imagine this picture is what my girl's room at the college looks like, only with bunk beds. I imagine this for 2 reasons: 1) her room at home should look this neat when she is occupying it! 2) I have no pics of her "flat" and therefore have no other point of reference. This picture thing is rather important to me right now. I have been able to talk with Heather. I have laughed (a lot), cried (some), and listened and shared news. But I have not "seen" her in her new home. It is the one thing I find most frustrating. I am no longer sad, wishing she were here with me (I am most content in that area.) I have never been worried about her safety or calling. What I can not do is "imagine" where she is living, and therefore can't "imagine" the impact she is having on it, and it on her. I feel like she got her first apartment, and I haven't been invited over to view it. Silly, perhaps, but true.
On the home-front, we are settling into a routine. Chuck is back to work, Faith is getting on track doing homework. I am back to walking with my friend in the mornings. Cooking seems easier and harder at the same time. I keep reminding myself that it doesn't matter if Heather likes a dish or not, it's Faith's palate that has to be accounted for. Laundry is less. Night times are still a bit off...no girl to wait up for and fill in on the day. I find myself running to the computer a lot more to see if she's online. I guess old habits die hard. I like sharing my late-nights with my owl. But all-in-all, we are settling in.
I'm dying to see what happens when the package I sent arrives in England.
On the home-front, we are settling into a routine. Chuck is back to work, Faith is getting on track doing homework. I am back to walking with my friend in the mornings. Cooking seems easier and harder at the same time. I keep reminding myself that it doesn't matter if Heather likes a dish or not, it's Faith's palate that has to be accounted for. Laundry is less. Night times are still a bit off...no girl to wait up for and fill in on the day. I find myself running to the computer a lot more to see if she's online. I guess old habits die hard. I like sharing my late-nights with my owl. But all-in-all, we are settling in.
I'm dying to see what happens when the package I sent arrives in England.
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Aw sweetie, I know how you feel. They got us hooked on their pictures, they shared their trip with us via a pictorial and now, bupkis, nada, zip.
I gave Donna a list of things I wanted from her and pictures of those she hangs out with and her flat AND flat mates WITH names was a part of the requirement. Apparently the internet has been on the fritz although it seems Heather is better and being on the internet at the right time than Donna does.
Anyway, I wasn't missing her or the other two for that matter as much when I could see pictures of their lives as they went about their day.
The routine at our home was seeing evidence of Donna broken up with brief moments of actual sightings and an occasional hour or two in her presence. But I still shopped for her, bought the foods I knew she would like and bought plenty of the stuff I knew we both liked.
My chronometer says we broke the 100 day mark for them to come home. I try really hard not to wish the days away, but I'm afraid I'm rarely successful. Despite all things to the contrary, she's a big part of my life.
The girls and I play a game (sort of) when we pull up to our house. Of the cars that are there we will say, Daddy's home or Donna's home, or if I'm being a smart alec (I know shocking!) when I'm in another car I'll say look, Mom's home. The whole point of this story is every day when I come home from work, there's Donna's car. And I say to myself, Donna's home and there is a part of me that wants to cry EVERY time.
But I do spend a lot more time talking to Jesus and seeking His counsel and comfort. I hunger to reach that point where in all things I seek Him automatically, but I know it will take more than this lifetime. Yet I will try as often as I can remember to.
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