posted by Sun T. on Oct 24
So I finally decided to go to my mom’s house after complaining and whining and moaning about not wanting to go. I just didn’t want to drive and be around people in my mopey state. I am glad that I listened to wise counsel and headed this way. We are having a blast, and I am watching my sister waddle around with her preggo self. My son is happier here, too, since he was really brooding over his great grandmother’s passing. We took a few days off of homeschool to recover. Husband is still in PR and checking in at times to let me know he is alright, as well as finding out how we are holding up. We all miss each other a lot. Hopefully, the next thing I hear from the husband is that they extended his flight return from Saturday to Sunday so he can be there for all the services and fellowship that follows.
