1. My most basic sense of comfort - the one from which all others draw - is linked to two things: the sound of my mom's voice and my dad's presence in the room. And even though my overnight visit with the kids at their house was spectacularly disastrous, sitting for a few hours with my dad during nap time, talking over the television and eating ginger snaps, was comforting and comfortable and good for my soul.
2. For all the times I sigh as I hold open my arms to a crying baby, I remembered today how glad I am that my presence soothes Silas. That when he doesn't feel well, or cuts two teeth in one week (as he has this week), just holding him will comfort him most of the time. It is a blessing to be for him what others were for me.
3. I love being home. And after a spectacularly disastrous night away from home, there is nothing as nice as steak and iced tea in my own house.
4. But, we do have a new roof and new and improved insulation in the attic - the fruit of my sleep deprivation and our tax return. So, there's that.
5. Now the tornado sirens have woken Silas up. And I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
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Tornado sirens?!? Are you kidding me here????
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