This is what it ended up to be:
This fabric was so plush and buttery and gorgeous. Yeah, it's hers. I bought enough to make one for little Olive too. Forgot all about that colorful thing.
And this: Heidi and Joe are sleeping in their own house tonight, the first night they've slept there since November 19th. On the night of the 20th, they'd been through a fairly traumatic evening, watching their house burn, and guinea pigs and dogs with them, here they were, Joe in Jay's pajamas, and who knew it was the beginning of a three month odyssey of construction mismanagement and stupidity.
Sigh.
But it's done now, and it was a little hard to tell Joe good bye tonight when he left for a night project at work, "I'll see you, when? Not tomorrow. Not Wednesday." We both laughed and he grinned at me and shook his head. I love him very much, more than before.
Heidi stayed for a while though, and Kirsten and I told her about the dreams we've been having about her baby, which are fairly ridiculous.
Later on, Heidi left and took that amazing belly with her and I'm lonesome, but happy. She's at her own house where she needs to be. The baby is due soon and the picture was permitted only if it didn't include her swollen feet or the softness of her very lovely pregnant face.
Okay, fine. That's why God invented cropping.
Anyway, a perfect Monday is approaching bedtime. much love always, Val
I'm sure it's bittersweet to have Heidi and Joe back in their home. Obviously, it's best, it's what we all wanted for them, home before baby!! But. I know it's been wonderful for you to have her at home over these last few months, growing that baby, thinking and dreaming about what's ahead. Fitting, really. Like she truly was able to spend the last days of her "childhood" home with mom and dad, just before she has her OWN child!
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I think she might even look back on these last few months at home as a blessing someday. Yeah, life is messy, but messy sometimes ends up being pretty good.
We observed that we've lived together an awful lot over the years. We're used to it, and it was peaceful, other than the kids thundering around on the wood floor over their heads. It was comfortable and comical and strange and nice, all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteLife is like that--complicated and lumpy--you are right.
And today your kid came home with a fresh bruise on his little forehead. It was all fun climbing on the pile of blankets going into the laundry--until he hit his head.
I'm so sorry.
love you all, V