It’s been two weeks since the nest has been empty. We are developing some routines. Around the time my husband leaves for the office in the morning, I am stumbling through the morning ritual of feeding the dog, making my tea, and finding my office. My morning is spent in Bible study, blogging, correspondence, and any ‘brain work’ I might have on my list. Alternating days I either head to the gym for an hour or do a half hour of Pilates and then take the dog for a walk.
I may run an errand to the grocery store, the post office, the bank, or the gas station, then I almost always take a rest in the afternoon. This rest may be watching Netflix, reading a book, or actually taking a nap. Then, I decide what we are having for dinner, prepare it, and have a cup of tea before my husband arrives home from work.
Sometimes we take another walk before dinner. Sometimes he takes Chester on a run. But we almost always have dinner together before we wind down for the night.
It’s really nothing to write home about. Or to blog about. But, for me, right, now. This is bliss.
We have had a few aberrations. Tuesday we had a student and his wife for dinner. Wednesday I attended a board meeting over the phone, and tonight, we are hosting my husband’s office staff for snacks and drinks after the work week.
I get to do this.
The chicks? Well, one has decorated the nursery and assembled the crib in anticipation of his firstborn. Another is settling into her house of five women on the north side of Philadelphia and getting ready to start her first week as a PE teacher. My soldier is in Louisiana doing intense training for thirty days. And the grown-up baby is wrangling herself a job (or two) on top of being a full-time student in DC.
I’d say they are soaring.
Although I have always led a blessed life, I haven’t always had the luxury of sitting back and acknowledging my blessings like this. I don’t know how long this luxury will be here. So, I am going to soak up each moment.
Psalm 23:5
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
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