Coming off a nine-day sabbatical. Lots of down time. Lots of rest. Lots of sex. It was a nice break.
Now the break is over. Back to work. Kicking it in gear until the next sabbatical.
The oldest and his family are moving to Chicago in August. That reality finally hit me yesterday like a ton of bricks.
After weeping like a baby, Queen Gwen told me to go wash my face and straighten up because the second son and his wife were paying us a visit.
They had an announcement.
They are expecting.
One hole gets emptied only to be filled anew.
God is certainly good to us.
He knows exactly when to show up with exactly what we need to move forward.