Since September, M. has been gone more than he has been home and while we survived and for the most part kept a positive outlook, we had our moments. As I raced from assignment to basketball game to choir to home to try to make the 8 p.m. bedtime (didn't always happen), I tried to remind myself that we are still very fortunate. And we are also very proud of him and the work that he does to help keep our country safe. Even when he is doing that work from paradise.
This is where The Engineer has been since Thanksgiving weekend. I KNOW.
Needless to say that I was excited when he texted to tell me that he was coming home early Saturday. I did not tell the kids because I have made that mistake before and his flight was cancelled. So Saturday morning was one of those nuts mornings. I was up early only to have Little to tell me that she woke at 5 a.m. and threw up in her toilet. She had no other symptoms, thank the Lord, so I was of the mind that she had food poisoning from a dodgy milkshake. (We have all since come down with colds.) I got the boy up, our sitter arrived, he and I headed to Burger King, he at his breakfast in the car, I dropped him off at the elementary school for a basketball game and then I sped to church for cantata practice. Big thought that his coach would take him home after his game. But halfway through his first quarter he glanced up in the stands and did a double take to see his dad sitting there.
The Engineer caught the red eye home from Hawaii and surprised him. I wish I could see his face but my friend Cindy said that he had a smile a mile wide. They then stopped by church to say hello. #besthugever
Sunday, we performed at both early and late services. This year's cantata, entitled "The Silence and the Sound" by Heather Sorenson was a joint production with both the youth and children's choirs. This has become a definite favorite of mine. The inspiration for the work was the hymn, "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence." I have become a big fan of Sorenson. And forgive me for boasting a bit but I thought that we knocked it out of the park.
I am scratchy voiced today but at peace. My main squeeze is home and this weekend I was filled with the Spirit in that special holy way that only musical worship can provide.