In the meantime, a year and a half has transpired since anything has been written here. It might be time to get this going again.
This weekend marks a confluence of crazy events: this is the Sunday closest to Dad's birthday, so for years, we've gone home to go sing in Church. In the old days, that meant practicing a half hour before Church and then sprinting across the parking lot driveway to the balcony at St. Paul's, making eye contact with Jean Doell that we were indeed going to sing something, and then waiting until Dad would look up from reading in the lectern to see that his children were standing at the ready to sing.
It has always sounded good, though, without fail. Always. And now, the only thing that's the same is the people singing - and even they aren't the same. We're all obscenely old - older than our parents were when we started considering them old. We plan on singing at Mom's church, shepherded by the Sainted-By-Christa Pete Speckhard. And...we have no idea when we'll practice or what we're singing. Ok, so not everything is different.
At the same time, my Isabel has returned to Wisconsin. Izzi was down in Fayetteville, NC with her husband, Andrew and it turns out he's almost done with this three year enlistment. Instead of completely leaving the Army, Andrew was able to find a very appealing job (by that, we mean "a position that likely exists only because the armed forces are a huge bureaucracy and didn't realize they probably don't need the position) in the reserves, and figures that's the route God has for him.
Oh, and by the way - BT Dubbers - Izzi's daughter Braelyn came home. Braelyn is six months old, super alert, beautiful, and is the little girl I've missed holding for a few years. Braelyn spent a good amount of time yesterday trying to determine who Teia is and why she looks like her mom and if indeed Teia is her mom.
AND, Heidi and Phil will be home. It's the first time I've seen Phil since we were all praying for him last year....and the last time we'll see their family before they adopt their little girl, Anna.
Anna Will Soon Call Minnesota "Home."
I won't let the fact that Anna and Braelyn - Anna being Braelyn's aunt - will play together for a good part of their lives blow my mind. I won't. I won't.