As adults, we do not often spend time with our parents during the ins and outs of our day. Yes, there is most likely a good reason for this fact. We all like our independence, our autonomy, our way. We talk on the phone with them (for some of us, daily), but even though we hear of their days, we do not live them. For fourteen months now, I have not had a glimpse of my parents' life, I have been right there in it. Although it may have been more time than we bargained for, and although the project in no way went in the way we had envisioned when we made the decision to move, I will no doubt always look back at this time as "bonus time" spent with them. Not a visit, not a vacation, but life-sharing that only cohabitation can create.
We have something right now, at this moment, that I could not say three, or even two, months ago. We have a light at the end of the tunnel. It isn't until this week that I have allowed myself to start absorbing the reality that in the next few months I will be returning to my life as we knew it... of being together as a couple and as a family. Like all life experiences, I have learned to appreciate many things. I have learned to appreciate how hard my parents work at their jobs, how much I enjoy (and really need) a Monday through Friday schedule, how easy it is to get along with my mother, how bickering means little in the unconditional love of a family, how nice it is to be alone with my husband, and how even a family of six can be considered quiet in comparison to one of eight. I am stopping tonight to be thankful for the time that we have spent here... and how it is ultimately helping us to get to our final house-building adventure.
I am thankful for