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A Deep Breath

This week's gifts...
794. "Cloudy" yarn for Knit the Sky
795. and time to catch up (from being 52 days behind)
796. Happy orange gerbera daisies
797. An actually uplifting hair appointment
798. Extremely messy, but delicious, ice cream from Loblolly with Mum
799. who drove down from Fayetteville for the day, so I could get a haircut and to help move furniture
800! One more day 'til Adam's home
801. The apple fritter Mum got me at Dempsey Bakery yesterday - a perfect Sunday breakfast
802. Naps for Brooklyn and I - someone thought we should get up early, and it wasn't me
803. Unbroken piecrust (not that last week's shortcake wasn't great, but two quiches are nice, too)
804. Walking to the mailbox with Brooklyn. She carried the keys!
805. The way she sits down and applauds her own attempts at walking (I clap too, of course!)
806. Adam finally home, and off through the end of the month (plus the holiday weekend - that's almost a whole week!)
807. Dairy Queen adventures and catching-up
808. Not having to carry groceries and Brooklyn up the stairs by myself
809. Usable Tropical Smoothie Cafe coupons in the weekly sale flyer - usually there are fastfood and pizza coupons that we can't eat
810. Showing Brooklyn the big fish in the fish tank at Bass Pro Shop
811. Adam's cooking - it has been sorely missed these past three weeks
812. A good check-up (aside from Brooklyn having a meltdown over me having an ultrasound - not really sure why that was upsetting, but she was extra sweet and snuggly after)
813. Adam having a lunch meeting while Brooklyn napped, so I could write a little
814. Military leave - paid and respected (aka, they actually leave him alone!)

"Mummy, Mummy! Daddy's home! And clipping my fingernails! Isn't it magical?!"

Time passed (as it always does) necessary classes and exercises were also passed, and Adam is finally home. This was the longest we've been apart since we got married - even with a 4 week long Annual Training last Spring, things kept happening and we got to see each other throughout so it didn't feel as long.

We're not quite back into the regular swing of things - he doesn't have to go back to work until Tuesday - but he's been learning the new facets of Brooklyn's routine, applauding her increasingly successful attempts at walking, and was duly impressed with her ability to (mostly) feed herself dinner (sometimes she forgets that you have to chew and just tries to swallow whole bites - we're working on that). And doing random not-normal things like adventures to Dairy Queen or going to Bass Pro to look at hunting gear (him), kayaks (me), and camping gear (both of us), and to show Brooklyn the fish (fascinating, but she thought the stuffed bear was more interesting).

I'm grateful for the extra time - it seems like he always leaves for schools and things after having had to work through the weekend, and life is extra-hectic just before he leaves and right after he gets back (and then as soon as it starts to settle down, then another wave of busyness descends). So even though it's for military reasons that he keeps getting called away, I'm also grateful for military leave that accumulates systematically, and for coworkers and superiors that actually respect leave and don't make him come in (or call more than they have to) when he's off. It's nice to have a pause before Normal Life starts back up again!

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness! The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will trust in Him.
[Lamentations 3:22-24]

Won't you join us in counting (and recounting!) His mercies anew? Just grab a journal or notebook (it doesn't have to be fancy) and a pen and write them down, then join us each week to encourage each other by sharing all of the blessings we've spotted. Catch up on everyone's posts and if you don't have a blog, feel free to participate by commenting, instead!

Check out these #NewEveryMorning hosts, as well, and don't forget to use the hashtag on Twitter so that we can find each other:
   Kayla [at] Renown and Crowned
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