Right now I’m waiting for my oldest daughter to come home for the weekend. And I can’t wait for her to get here! I’m so excited to be able to hug her and see her face to face. (Unfortunately time seems to be crawling!)
My excitement is amplified because for two whole days, my entire family will be under one roof ag
ain. There is something about having every one home that leaves my heart so full!
It makes me think of waiting for the day when the quads would be home after their births. They were nine weeks premature so we knew they would be in the hospital for awhile. After six weeks, the boys were able to come home. Two weeks later one daughter came home.
I remember having to leave our other daughter at the hospital. I kept thinking about how she would be there all alone. (Surrounded by some of the best nurses ever!) How I longed for her to come home so we could all be together.
Life at our house was busy with a 23 month old and three newborns, but still there was an emptiness; a sense that something was out of place. Someone was missing….
Fortunately, we only had to wait another week for her to come home. I still remember being so filled with joy (and a little terror) that all five of my kids would now be under one roof! There’s something comforting about that. Somehow it makes it feel as if all is right with the world.
So here I am again waiting for one to come home. It’s many years later, but the feelings are still the same. Without her here, something seems off. But by dinner tonight, the house will be filled with activity, story telling, and laughter, lots of laughter. And all will be right with my world again!
2 responses to “Waiting for My Full House”