Our season of joy

My days have been so wonderful with taking care of my sweet John Henry. It's amazing, though, that I can't seem to get my tasks done with him here. Go figure. I feel a sense of guilt, but then the Lord provides bits of encouragement that speak to me only like He does. I found this post, and it provided the peace I was looking for. 

But taking care of this sweet thing is truly a blessing, and I know it.

Overall, though, I feel that I have transitioned much more fluidly than I even expected. I kept waiting for the bottom to fall out, but it hasn't.

We took an impromptu trip to Alabama to escape Hurricane Isaac, we and ended up staying a week. "We" meaning me, Andrew, John Henry, and Aubie, our cat. If the bottom didn't fall out after that, I think I might be in the clear. 

We were able to show John Henry the things that matter in life, like Samford Hall and Lake Martin. I told Andrew that we are going straight to Mike the Tiger's cage as soon as we get the chance. My poor child is in a tug of war already. 

We are well, and we are happy. We are enjoying this season of joy and new life. I keep looking for something to go wrong. And I know it will, in due time. But for now, I'm enjoying our season.