I arrived home safe and sound on Tuesday night, newly grateful for things such as flushing toilets, bathtubs, queen-sized beds. As I drove into Poulsbo on Wednesday morning, I saw each and every building through new eyes. What would that look like hurricaned? It will be a while before normal feels normal again. I saw too much.
As curious co-workers stop by my cube to see pictures and hear what it was like, I find myself enjoying the telling of my moments there. These are stories too precious not to tell.
You'll hear. Soon. I couldn't hold the stories in if I tried.
It will just need to be delayed by a weekend. Justin flies in on Friday night and there, in the baggage claim at SeaTac airport, a much-anticipated, long-overdue reunion will take place.
There are not words for such a moment.
Til Monday, then.
Welcome home!
ResponderEliminarAnd have a WONDERFUL weekend! I'll be praying for you kids.
yay for you being back in the NW, God blessing your time in the beautiful broken south, and your boy and you getting to hang out! love and prayers from me to you! xoxo
ResponderEliminarHave fun! Long-overdue reunions are the best. :)
ResponderEliminarWelcome back, Stacey. Looking forward to hearing details about the trip. Have fun this weekend :)
ResponderEliminarI looked through your pics from the trip ... sobering images. Good on ya for going though. I'm a bit of a sucker for a good story, so post soon!
ResponderEliminarWhat an amazing experience that must have been for you. I am glad that there are people who can take the time to go and help.
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