Our Sunday began on a slow note. Even with no running water on the second and third floors, there was no panic, no frustration. My husband simply stepped in and took over. And honestly, it felt really nice.
He woke up at 8 a.m. and let me sleep until 10. He took care of the pets, cleaned the house, and cooked—all without a single complaint. Just quiet acts of service. He knows that once the week starts, it will mostly be me holding things together while he’s at work and the kids are in school.
Eight years into our relationship and five years into marriage, there is still appreciation, love, and respect between us. That’s something I never take for granted. It’s also what I hope our kids see when they look at us—partnership, not perfection.
After we ate, B and I cleaned up while my husband ran a few errands and took care of the cat litter area. K, meanwhile, was happily absorbed in his dinosaur cartoons.
It was quiet.
It was peaceful.
It was home.
We’ll be moving houses in the next few weeks, and I know things will get chaotic before they settle. Still, I’m excited. Excited for a new space, for new memories, and for turning another house into a place that truly feels like ours. I’m excited for the core memories that will be made there.
In all of this, I know God has His hand on things. So I leave the next steps to Him. His plans are always greater than my own—and I trust that completely.
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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."
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