Daddy home

Tom comes home today. We are so glad. He is feeling much better and the presentation went well. The boss took him to a swanky restaurant to celebrate. He called me this morning to let us know that his flight has already been delayed. I hope not too much. I really hope he gets home before the bad weather sets in.

Becca and Andre' are playing today, so I want to take advantage of the distraction and get the house cleaned.

I worked on the swing more yesterday. I sanded it a second time. As I was sanding, I got a whiff of the warm wood. A flood of memories washed over me. I first thought about my uncle who made the swing. I was taking the finish off that he put on. I missed him and was respectful of all the work he put into it. The smell of the warm wood made me think of my grandfather. He was a carpenter and the smell of wood always make me think of him. I could almost hear him talking to me. I also thought of my Dad. He and I can't talk much, but I know if he were here he would be telling me to "take my time and do it right". I also thought of what a wonderful thing a porch swing is. In it you can just be. I need more of just being.

I was a little frustrated that I had to keep sanding when I thought I was done. After my thoughts yesterday, I know God was not finished talking to me yet. I needed to keep sanding because he wasn't finished speaking just yet.

I hope all of you can find peace in your work. I hope that you find nostalgia and love as you prepare for the holidays. Take a little more time to appreciate what and why you are getting ready for them.