On the Rebound

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We arrived home yesterday at 3:30 and when we walked in the door, everything looked white, sterile even. Dale had the place sparkling clean, and the cabinets were bare, and the shelves were empty and the shower showed little sign of inhabitants. It was strange. The kids talked about how small it felt. The water tasted good. Max was leery of us at first; and honestly, I think he's a little bummed that we moved back in. At 4:00 the doorbell rang and on the other side of the door stood a bearded stranger with a full head of hair that vaguely reminded me of my husband. Leila and Deisha stared and backed away from him. Everything has changed. I don't even remember what channel Spongebob is on.

My house is a disaster area from the front step of the porch to the sliding glass doors to the backyard. I'm living out of a suitcase and this morning, it occurred to me that I could actually put my hairspray in the bathroom closet. I've gotten so accustomed to gathering all of my things every time I leave a bathroom that it seemed like a new concept.

In spite of everything, it feels like home because Dale is here and we are together. There is a sense of wholeness that comes from just sitting next to him on the couch. I adore him and need him in every part of my life. It feels good to have that again.

I'm excited to post some of the thousands of pictures that from our trip but today I'm still in recovery and have a long list of things to do before Dale gets home tonight. It was so wonderful to see all of you and I pray that it won't be long before we are a more permanent fixture in your regular lives.

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  1. sJuly 19, 2009 at 2:56 PM

    so glad you made it safely - it was awesome to see you guys.

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