Monday, September 26, 2016

The Quieting Down Of The Soul

Some time in the early, early morning I was woken up by my husband and my heart was happy. So happy. I turned in bed and reached for him.
"You're home!" I said and "I'm home," he said and there we were.

I had thought maybe to stay up but I simply couldn't. It had been a long day of birthday partying and I had had the very worst heartburn and anxiety I've had in forever for most of the day and I finally caved and took a valium and let sleep take me away from it all but I did wake up to kiss that man's face, to hold him tightly. We talked a little bit and then he, beside me in our bed again, fell asleep and he was right there when I woke up this morning too.

All feels right with the world again. He's unpacking and I'm about to start on the marathon laundry event. We've spoken to Owen on the phone because today is his real and actual birthday.

Some of you remember the day he was born. Here's what I wrote seven years ago.
And here are some beautiful pictures.

Like this one.

Oh golly. He was just freshly born and Lily was just freshly reborn and we were all so very, very happy. Our Owen was here. 

What an amazing journey it's been, having that boy in our arms, in our lives. From baby to boy and the time has gone like one sweet kiss, one little nap and in those seven years I have become grandmother to three other beautiful children and the world has turned and turned and turned and I swear- I can't even really fathom it. 

Tonight we're going to eat supper with the Hartmann's and I think that hamburgers are going to be involved. Lily's letting Owen have a day off of school today and they're at the Junior Museum to see the animals, both woodland and farm, feathered, furred and scaled. 

Speaking of animals, none of the animals in Canada were taken by Mr. Moon. He didn't shoot his gun or bow once and I don't think he's too disappointed. He saw plenty of creatures and that seems to have made him happy enough. He surely seems glad to be home though. 
And I am surely happy to have him, feeling that all is well in the world, or at least in mine. 
I hope it is in yours, too.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. If Mr. Moon had taken an animal in Canada, would he have been able to bring it home to Florida? How does that work?

  2. Beautiful picture of Lily and little Owen. Lily is gorgeous. I'm glad your man is back and that Iwen got his day off school. Be well.

  3. I remember when Owen was born! Doesn't seem like it could have been that long ago.
    He has turned into such a loving and smart, (oh my lord that boy is smart!) young man. I think at seven he gets to be called that.
    Happy Actual Birthday, Owen.
    You are GREAT!

  4. We remember when the O-boy was born. Happy day then and now. Happy your Mr is back safely at your side. x0x0 N2

  5. Isn't it amazing how time passes? Holy cow. I can't believe Owen is as grown-up as he is now.

    My grandfather used to hunt like that -- he'd stalk the deer but very rarely shoot them! That's my kind of hunting.

  6. so if mr. moon does shoot an animal in canada how does it get back to FL????



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