I just got home from picking up baby Loaf. I was away for 11 days (not including the two days spent traveling to and from). 13 long days and nights of:
...missing my family, their arguing, their laughter, homework, laundry, hugs and kisses
...phone conversations with little boys who said, "Mom, get home now." and little girls trying to be brave as they said, "I miss you so much."
...shedding tears over complications and no answers.
...spending time in prayer and meditation, pleading for help and guidance.
...no sleep because I was worried, I was happy, or baby Loaf was hungry.
...learning more about who I am, what I value, what Heavenly Father expects of me specifically, and the kind of person I want to become.
...one on one time with the little girl who has changed all our lives.
...more tears over blessings and miracles (God is merciful and great).
I am so thankful to be home with our little miracle. So thankful to be back with my family. I cried and hugged each of the children, overwhelmed with the joy I felt at being reunited once again.
Working on putting things back together around here. Making up for the lack of hugs and kisses.
Dealing with the dethroning of baby "J" . He thinks he likes his new little sister and gives her kisses and helps feed her, but really doesn't like all the attention and hugs she is getting. I have appreciated all his extra hugs and sweet little words of love. He wouldn't leave my side and curled up to snuggle. I might spend quite a bit of time like this and what beautiful moments they will be.