Woo boy! It's cold out there! It's ice-scraping weather. It's so cold I have to warm the clasp on Millie's leash in my hand before I can open it.
INSIDE, however, is toasty warm. Michael began our first fire of the season last night and between the two of us tending to the sleep patterns in the home, we were able to keep the fire going as well. I do love a blaze in the morning.... In previous winters I sat in the rocking chair by the stove and enjoyed my cuppa tea and Scriptures. I had to move the rocker due to walker, wheel chair and oxygen concentrator...but the fire is still cheery.
Yes, having Dad here disrupts family rhythm. Yes, we've lost some space. Yes, it's work...but by enfolding Dad into our family, we've all grown. I'm a little less self-centered (and I dare say I'm not the only one). We've had the incredible blessing of our grandchildren knowing their GREAT grandfather. We learn patience and endurance as we watch dad deal with ever-changing health issues. We learn, sometimes, stubbornness is just plain needed. We learn forgiveness and restoration. We learn a bit more about what it means to, "Honor your Father and Mother." Mary wanted to stay home - honoring meant moving to her town and caring for her. Dad was willing to move into our home. The heart to love and honor remains the same - the choices may look different. We learn to work closely with each other, to watch out for each other, and to care for each other. As an example, Stacia had youth group tonight. Michael and I had a meeting. Nolan and Alex are happy to forego sleep (work comes at 0430) on Wed nights to watch movies with GG. We don't stay and visit, but get home so the guys can get to bed. We are learning new levels of cooperation and care for one another, as we care for Dad.
OK - I DID delete many paragraphs...but this is where I am on this Wednesday night.