It's been two weeks since my husband came home. It feels like yesterday when we got the call and he was leaving, and now we are home and settling back into normal life. I am not sure what your normal looks like, but for us it means getting the boys back into school, Makenna starting the neighborhood preschool co-op, Alfer back to work, and me and the baby at home with a long list of things to keep us busy (I am still in school, so I have plenty to do). Soon we will start basketball practice, piano practice, church callings, Wednesday night scouts, dance class, and more. Our schedule will get busier and busier and I will long for the care-free days of the summer where the only thing on the agenda was what park we were going to visit.
I have so much to be thankful for and paying it forward is simply not enough. There have been so many acts of service sent our way, I started losing count. And I know I never sent out enough Thank You cards. From distant friends providing a ticket home for my husband, to people coming in and cleaning my house for our return, to plates of cookies and expressions of thanks for his military service, the list goes on and on. I can't quite put it into words, but the Lord has been so close to me these past few months. It has been almost like if I reached out, He would be there to take my hand.
These last months were truly some of the most difficult and yet faith promoting times of my life. I am not sure why those two things always go together, but they do. When I saw my husband walk down the airport terminal, it was almost like my body was purging all the pain and pressure I had been carrying on my shoulders. And when I finally felt his strong arms wrap around me, I let it go. Right there on the floor of the airport. (He actually told me later that it was worse than the ugly cry.) It was such a relief to let that all go and to feel whole again. That in itself was a gift because I can compare that experience with the physical and spiritual power of the Atonement. It can literally breathe new life into us, if we will just allow it. Letting go and letting Him take it from us is a necessary and life sustaining experience. I am so grateful for such a witness.
So now we go back to regular old posts about silly things the boys have said or done, songs Makenna has written spontaneously, growth spurts by Maegan, outings at the park or zoo, church calling epiphanies, and other wonderfully boring life events.
Bring it on.
These last months were truly some of the most difficult and yet faith promoting times of my life. I am not sure why those two things always go together, but they do. When I saw my husband walk down the airport terminal, it was almost like my body was purging all the pain and pressure I had been carrying on my shoulders. And when I finally felt his strong arms wrap around me, I let it go. Right there on the floor of the airport. (He actually told me later that it was worse than the ugly cry.) It was such a relief to let that all go and to feel whole again. That in itself was a gift because I can compare that experience with the physical and spiritual power of the Atonement. It can literally breathe new life into us, if we will just allow it. Letting go and letting Him take it from us is a necessary and life sustaining experience. I am so grateful for such a witness.
Do you love the death grip I have on him?
I was not about to let him go.
So now we go back to regular old posts about silly things the boys have said or done, songs Makenna has written spontaneously, growth spurts by Maegan, outings at the park or zoo, church calling epiphanies, and other wonderfully boring life events.
Bring it on.
Some more favorites from that wonderful day
*all photography is by my amazing sister Sara Boulter of Sara Boulter Photography
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