Today, Mom and Evan drove back home. Nate went to the office, so for the first time in weeks, it was just myself and my daughter in a quiet house. For a bit, I felt as empty as the space, but it was good. I’ve been so full of anxiety and planning and rushing around. I took time to breathe out. I slept when my daughter did. We ate big full meals, and played together, and cuddled.
Somewhere in the afternoon, I realized I was full again. Love, peace, contentment. I am so happy with my daughter and my home. I adore my sibling, and I’ll miss them, but having the sanctity of my home restored to me is a gift. Erica played quietly alone for a while, something she’s struggled with while our home has been full.
I’m still feeling a touch of melancholy. It’s been an arduous month, and I wouldn’t have made it through without the support of my loved ones. I’m exhausted, so this is the exhale before I start moving forward again. I’m eager to pick up the thread of my daily life, but today I’ll continue to rest and regenerate my energy.
Hopefully, more blog posts soon. A monthly update, perhaps. We’ll visit a market over the weekend, and see Grandma and Zaide and Uncle K. We’ll make a good dinner and restock the fridge. Maybe I’ll write something just for myself, or clean up a bit to feel more free and open.
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