Feels Like Home to Me

A lot of times, when my Timehop comes up with blog posts of days past, I remember exactly what they were by the title.

Some days, like today, though, I’m not sure. Either way, I go back and read. And always, I remember, immediately, the thoughts and emotions I had on those days.

Today I read:

Saturday night was different, though. I was wide awake thinking of all the people who love me and, more importantly, all the people who love Baby Gray. You see, we had a seemingly uneventful evening at Aunt B and Uncleby’s to celebrate Aunt B’s birthday. As I laid and reflected, though, it was so much more than that.

Baby Gray was showcasing his many talents, and each of the people present–most from Mr. Gray’s childhood and my own–were loving every minute of it. They love our little boy, and they love him well, simply because he is ours. He was the spoiled rotten, cake-eating, Coke-drinking (well, Sprite-spilling), center of attention. He could do no wrong. It was like a yard full of grandparents.
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Although I hadn’t thought much about that night since that night, I remembered it all immediately. I remembered the feeling of picking up where we left off with our friends. I remembered those sticky Sprite feet and how much more they meant to me than that.

Then I remembered a couple of weeks ago when that “grandparent effect” kicked in downtown.

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It was a glimpse of home. A reminder that this place can feel like home again. I feel confident that it will. We just have to be still and let Him work.

Saturday night was different, though. I was wide awake thinking of all the people who love me and, more importantly, all the people who love Baby Gray. You see, we had a seemingly uneventful evening at Aunt B and Uncleby’s to celebrate Aunt B’s birthday. As I laid and reflected, though, it was so much more than that.

Baby Gray was showcasing his many talents, and each of the people present–most from Mr. Gray’s childhood and my own–were loving every minute of it. They love our little boy, and they love him well, simply because he is ours. He was the spoiled rotten, cake-eating, Coke-drinking (well, Sprite-spilling), center of attention. He could do no wrong. It was like a yard full of grandparents.

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Saturday night was different, though. I was wide awake thinking of all the people who love me and, more importantly, all the people who love Ba

 

2 Comments

  1. We moved back to my hometown (SA) 3.5 years ago, and I remember all too well how awkward it was to settle back in to old friendships and routines when life has gone on without being there–from vacation mode to "home". It sounds like y'all are making good progress!

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