Monday, February 28, 2011

Hem your blessings with gratitude, so they don’t unravel…

Thank you all so very much for your kind comments and warm prayers as I traveled on yet another of life’s roads. A road I didn’t think I would be traveling for a long time, the death of my mom.

I will tell you, it was the hardest two weeks of my life.
And I have to say, the next two aren’t looking much easier. 

I am thankful my children were able to come to my side, as well as my beloved CGMan. It always makes me look on in wonder at what a caring family I have. CGMan says it’s all my doing, but I really feel I’ve been blessed by God.

My brother, his wife and their beautiful Ella were with us, as well. It was little Ella who showed us all that life doesn’t really end, when we live on through our grandbabies.

Rather than go back to Texas alone, CGMan brought me to my new home, here in DC. Yesterday, Zoe and Phoebe flew in. Zoe was a little put out by the flight accommodations, as she is used to being right in the middle of the cockpit.


Even coach would have been better than the kennel in the belly of the plane. They actually did very well and were quite glad to see me. It had been a while. Giving them a hug was another thing my heart sorely needed.

So here we are, in DC, in a cute little house (and I say little because everyone knows everything is bigger in Texas) living a bit Bohemian until our house sells and we can bring out our furniture and stuff (lots of stuff!).

We have wonderful friends who have loaned us a bed, some linens, a small tv and a chair. CGMan is the only one brave enough to sit on the chair:


Zoe thinks it might be a good idea for us to go to the Lazy Boy store to order our new recliners. She’s not fond of bean bag.

For those of you wondering if we made the move into the city, we did not. We compromised and now have a house in Arlington, which is close enough to everything (even some good stuff within walking distance!) to feel like being in the city, but on a quite cul-de-sac that reminds me of the suburbs. Except for the fire station at the end of the road.

We are very, very close to Arlington Cemetery. A little too far to walk, but we pass it every time we go to the commissary. It never fails to move me.

So there you have it, Dawn’s big, fat life changes.

I would have settled for a big, fat life rut.

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