Yesterday there was a huge storm. We were out, and hurried home just in time to beat the storm. Thunder and lightning and wind and hail. Nick said we should be ready to run into the basement- but we didn't need to after all.
There's something about nature- it puts things into perspective. That we are not everything even though we tend to think we are. Ha.
It's hard not to be clique' and thinking about life. Our life. Our kids. Our past and future. Nick and I and our little dog Buddy sit in this big, grand house. Just the three of us. And we are actually happy and comfortable here.
Every now and then, either me or Nick will say "do we really have 5 kids?". There is something hard to believe how intense and noisy and busy our lived were. Every day. With five kids there is very little if any "down time". Looking at pictures and home movies feels like looking at old anthropological studies of some unknown culture/ society.
One at a time we added these once little people to our household. One baby, then toddler and a baby, nd so on nd so on until there were 5. Driving the kids to school events and birthday parties and visiting- usually to grandparent's houses.
Then they all come "home". Five adults with partners and cats and noise and love and tension and laughter. I said "home" with quotation marks because I always thought of our house in Reston as home. We bought it in 1983, and we always came back to that house when we returned from overseas.
And four years ago we bought this house. this huge house. Twice as big as the house we raised the kids in. But we love it. I hope that they all feel at home here. The furniture is familiar, and Nick and I are
After the storm, the sky turned a yellowy pink.
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