Phew. What a day.
1) Brady started middle school.
2) Isaac started high school.
3) Abby moved into her dorm room at Wheaton, went on a massive shopping trip with Adam, (the second or third such trip in as many days), and met her suitemates.
The deeper version is... wow. I don't even know how to express it.
This is, in short, a lot of abrupt change for someone (me) who does not much care for change. But you know something crazy? It all feels pretty good. I feel at peace over all of it. (Okay, well, not with the school traffic situation. That still sucks. But God will no doubt use it to increase my patience.) And that's no small thing.
So I am thankful for that amazing yet inexplicable peace that's seeded itself in my heart. And I am also thankful that while I was sitting at Starbucks with Brady waiting to take him to school (because the Wednesday middle school start time this year is 9:41), Abby's now-retired second grade teacher walked in. So I said hello and told her that Abby was, at that very moment, moving into her college dorm room. And I showed her a picture and she smiled SO big and said Abby is so beautiful and that hearing that bit of news made her day.
See, this particular teacher --Mrs. Beard-- was the teacher Abby had the year that Logan died. So I think, in a way, that she's probably always carried a little bit of concern for Abby around with her. Would she thrive? Would she be okay? I know that if I were the teacher of a child who had that experience I'd worry about her. So hearing that my girl is doing well and moving forward and growing into such a lovely young lady was probably great news indeed.
I'm sorry this is disjointed; I'm tired. But I'm also so blessed, and so thankful. And I think sometimes joy is best expressed in disjointed little blurbs and anecdotes.
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