yesterday morning as the light was barely starting to peek through the blinds,
and i was struggling to make my eyes focus,
i realized my hand was gently wrapped in another one.
i couldn’t find the owner of the hand and slowly started to look around.
there was cc, fully showered, dressed, and so weighed down
with his heavy heart near the bedside.
i assumed he was feeling as tired as i was
so it took me a while to ask what was on his mind.
the last few weeks have been challenging at the clifford house.
to know we are moving is great. to know little else about said move, isn’t.
cc called me on “1/9” and told me he was going to be positive.
and he was. up until this moment when it became too much,
and my superman came to a wall.
i wasn’t worried. i was feeling nothing but peace.
almost as blissfully unaware as when we first moved.
“we can do this!”, i thought.
and it was my turn to be the happy, positive, silver-lining spouse to
kick us back into gear.
the more we talked and discussed what still has yet to be done,
and what we wished we knew we could do,
the more stressed we both became.
and then the baby cried.
i slid down the wall into a heap, and for a few minutes,
every clifford in the house let tears fall.
he got up and went to work, making great use of his time and getting lots of things done.
i called my mom, cried a little more cause i needed to,
and then after the pity-party and brief pep-talk,
i was up and running.
i cleaned the kitchen,
took a shower,
put cute clothes on,
scrubbed my bathroom,
made my bed,
did 2 loads of laundry,
edited some photos,
did some designing,
made real food for lunch,
found a few more potential future dwellings,
and even went to costco
{on a day that was apparently a holiday}
cc called and said the movers called him,
so he was in much better spirits too.
i spent the afternoon with my computer off, my phone in the other room,
and with one of my favorite guys.
at one point, i was watching B crawl all over everything
and look back at me at each move for approval.
i thought of how lucky we are.
how happy i am.
and how close we were to a breakdown.
when cc came home, he swooped me up into his arms
and held us both so tight for a minute with a huge grin on his face.
…and we’re back!
