Blessing

[lonespark]

Things are changing. Slowly.

This house is full of books and magazines from a new career that I also love.

This house is full of the chaos that happens when my parents are gone and the kids get their way a lot, and we bond through our love of messing around with computers, and watching movies and shows, and geeking out.

This house is full of the mess that results when I'm too sick or tired to make dinner or put the kids to bed and they do that stuff for themselves and each other. This mess is rarely as bad as I think it will be. Once in awhile it's worse.

This house is full of pictures. My kids will draw and paint at the drop of a hat.

This house is full of experiments and collections.

This house is full of memories, shiny and new.

There is honesty (and awkwardness.) (Not about everything, with everyone, yet. Baby steps. Sometimes it's hard to tell which omissions are lies, but it doesn't matter, when they need to be corrected. But catching people up on years of truth takes time.)

There is laughter, and strange juxtapositions of personal stuff and movie quotes and history and zooology and many other subjects.

There is more time spent on the phone than I ever imagined I would tolerate this side of Hell. More time at the bus station, too. And on the gorram frakking turnpike.

There is love I wasn't looking for, better than I could have imagined. (It doesn't fix everything. That's not how it works.)

This house is full of hope.

This house is full of love.