My sister and brother are home. Of course, they've been home since about Thanksgiving. And even though Missi has had a few set backs here and there, but for the most part, she's stronger everyday.
Missi's kids come home from school, she's there. When the littlest
Peterson brought home her first Valentienes, she was able to corner her
mom on the couch and individually explain to her mother which Valentine
came from whom.
Nathan has been able to go to classes, in
person. He doesn't miss a single day. And of course, like all good
English majors, he's offering books for us to read left and right.
While they were gone, life had felt pretty bogged down. It felt as
though I was always walking in a pool of molasses. And now, that
they've returned. Life is so easy. I can go shopping whenever I want
to. I can quilt. I can go to basketball games and hockey games and
cheer to my heart's content.
I'm not sure if you've ever had someone gone from your lives and
had the opportunity for them to come back. But it's wonderful. It's so
wonderful. Life is so good.
Life is so much better with my siblings around.