I woke up this a.m. with a melody in my head. It was a sweet melody from a song I learned a few years back in church. It came from the Psalms 42 and the words and music are haunting and beautiful. Somehow it has made me feel better this a.m. With all that is going on right now, I needed a little calm in the midst of storms.
I miss the sound of my younger sons laughter. I miss the way he ribs me. He loves to give me a hard time and tease me. I miss his hugs and his big smile or even the grumpy "before my coffee" looks he gives me with he struggles out of bed by 11:00 a.m. and I've been up for several hours. The dogs miss him. He was their roll on the floor and get crazy buddy. I keep trying to fill that gap for them, as does my hubby, but you can tell they miss their playmate.
They are happy in Georgia, however, and I know he's exactly where he should be. I'm just anxious because I'm so ready to move to Savannah. It's become my true dream. Besides, teachers get paid better in Georgia than in Florida. Everything in God's timing, I do know that.
The cruise in October is held in front of me like a carrot. I love the anticipation of it almost as much as I love the trip. There's something about getting on that ship and sitting on the deck, looking out at the white caps on the ocean. Something so peaceful about it and so far away from the "maddening crowd." I need that escape and I've waited long and hard for it.
I do have football season to look forward to. That's one of my favorite times of year. Football and the next time sons can come for a visit. Sounds weird doesn't it -- for a visit. Younger son says that no matter where I am, that will always be home. It guess it is true, home is where your heart is
I took this from the deck at sundown on the way to Mexico.
posted on Aug 24, 2008 7:30 AM ()