When we moved from Texas to Chapel Hill, I sold my house to one of the Sistahs, Jody. This week she is gone to the beach with her family and we are housesitting...IN MY OLD HOUSE! My kids get up in the morning and go from pajamas to swimsuits and spend the day in the pool we watched them dig. Long after dark, they shower outside and go back to the pajamas. Its wonderful.
Jody and her family were gone about five minutes when I got my groove on here. It feels like I'm home, but with different furniture. All three kids slept with me the first night. When I woke up at 6:30 the next morning, Lisa was standing at the foot of my bed with Starbucks. (a Sistah from down the street) I could tell she wasn't budging till I joined her on the back porch...starting the day with girl talk. Ahhh, nice.
Yesterday the kids walked down to a small lake at the end of the road. They were gone about half an hour when Grayson came storming back in to tell me "THERE ARE FISH IN THERE...I've come for supplies. We need some STRING and some MEAT!" While I was looking for string, he found marshmallows in the pantry and thought that could work too. Yea right...Grayson wouldn't give up a marshmallow for anything. My guess is he ate them all before he even made it back to the water.
So...I'm comfortable here. The kids are happy. It is incredible to have this kind of time with my dearest friends. But I am missing my Chapel Hill now. Missing the trees and the hills and the farmers market. And I'm itching for the darkroom.
You lead a rich, full life. blessings counted.
Posted by: Kristen | July 08, 2009 at 03:24 PM