With the help of my Beloved and my Girl I've been able to rearrange some things and unpack a few boxes that had been eagerly awaiting a space of their own since we moved into the little, green house on the corner. It feels good to be truly settling in. There are so many little things I haven't been able to accomplish because I'm working, working, working.
Today, Beloved and Girl moved a tall piece of furniture from the garage to the family room, where I was able to place all my scrapbooking supplies, stamps, card making materials, and other keepsakes. It thrilled my heart to finally have a space for all these items. I am preparing, slowly and carefully (because Beloved glares at me if I don't take it easy), for the arrival of Boy.
His room is nearly ready and I am excited to hear all about India. I am thankful that I am off work and will have extra time to spend with him while he is home. We know our boy, and his feet seldom stay home for long. I will treasure these moments.
While unpacking a box, that said Christmas dishes on the outside, I found more of my Omi's wedding dishes. They are dishes that she brought from Germany when she, my American GI grandfather (Opa), and mother moved to the US after the war. I ended up with these lovely, fragile dishes purely by chance, but I treasure them and I like to think that Omi likes me having them too.
Because I have a lot of downtime this month, I've been able to spend some time with folks I seldom see. It was wonderful to catch up with them, even though they both gave me heck for not telling them about the surgery. I assured them that I was fine and I know how busy they both are (they each have seven children) and I didn't want them to bother with me. They, in turn, chided me for keeping secrets. It's great to be loved, isn't it?
Tomorrow we are visiting yet another church. The hunt is on for a church home. We are hoping to find one that our family will fit in with and where the Cross is treasured and valued for what it truly is.
I suppose I could call this a month of treasure hunting because I feel like I am rediscovering my purpose. These weeks of recovery, and yes I am recovering, are certainly helping me to focus on what is and is not important.
That's one more thing to treasure!