Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Happiness is having a busy day…

Author: thenicknick

Yesterday was really productive.  And busy.

There’s something about busy days.  They go so very fast.  And most of the time I’m good with that.  The faster the days go by, the sooner Kenna gets to come home and be with us.  We’re all looking forward to that.  Even Keenan.  I’m thinking he wants some kind of normal back.  Don’t we all.

So, the morning was spent working in our home office, getting in each other’s way, and on each other’s last nerve.  We managed to get it together and like each other again by lunch.  Not that it improved my lunch any.  S picked up Wendy’s while he was out and I only managed to get half my meal.  That would make the second time in as many restaurant runs.  I am beginning to think it is the universe conspiring to tell me I need to cut back.  I get it.  But if that was the case, why take my salad?

After lunch, S took a nap…and I took a run up to the hospital to see my baby girl.  Kenna had been bathed the night before, so she looked all fresh and clean and fuzzy and strawberry blonde.  And I discovered she had gained some weight.  She’s very nearly 1 pound 6 ounces.  Nearly.  In fact she’s 1 pond 5.87 ounces.  That .13 of an ounce…not a big deal on me, but on her…huge.

There was more work to be done upon my return.  I discovered that we were receiving our first window delivery from an 18 wheeler that parked in front of the house.  Thank goodness the men of The Bubble were about…and some friends.  Otherwise, it might not have gone as smoothly.  And the window guy…gave S a big hug.  We like good people and building relationships.

I made dinner…beef stew from scratch…and popovers.  It was good.  Not that S knew.  He went to Bojangles.  And Keenan mostly humored me.  He had already eaten at his friend’s house.  What did they have?  Chicken and potatoes.

me: You don’t get enough chicken and potatoes around here.  I was trying to mix it up with beef and potatoes.

And Keenan just laughed.  He laughs at me a lot.  That is his standard comeback.  I get a laugh and a pat on the head.  Teenagers.

Finally, we had a chance to rest.  It was 10pm.  And we snuggled in.  It was just the way to end a long day.  Too perfect.

See, we can’t complain about being busy.  Busy is good.  We like busy.  We like a sense of purpose.  We love what we do.  And we love love love doing it together.  Happiness.

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