Khloe's Tree

First of all…let me just take a moment to rejoice in the fact that…my husband is home, my husband is HOME, MY HUSBAND IS HOME!!! I was expecting him to get in after midnight Sunday night due to a flight mixup (mostly my fault) that resulted in his flight being into Pittsburgh instead of Philly. Thus he was going to have to drive a rental car back from Pittsburgh to get home to Reading. When he got to the airport in Phoenix to check in he asked about switching his flight to Philly, but they said it would be about $150 to do so. He continued to pray that something would work out (he had been doing so all day), and when he got to his gate….lo and behold, the flight was overbooked and they were looking for volunteers to switch flights!! So Kory stepped up and said that he would be “willing” to switch (an understatement!) and gladly accepted the $350 voucher they presented him with for the “inconvenience.” My, how the tables can turn.

So Khloe and I drove and picked him up at the Philly airport at around 8pm Sunday evening, and it was inexplicably glorious just to feel his hand in mine again and to be back in the passenger seat of our Honda Pilot with our daughter asleep in the back. Everything back to the way it should be.

We are getting back into the normal swing of things now and getting ready for another short adventure to western PA this weekend for GCC’s Homecoming and to visit my parents. My grandparents will also be in from Florida for the weekend to meet Khloe for the first time, so that will be an exciting great-grandparent moment!

To close this entry I must comment on the delight that is “Khloe’s tree.” There is a large tree outside of her nursery window that is visible to Khloe just over my shoulder when I’m holding her in the rocking chair. Every morning after I have finished nursing her (after both of us have just awakened), that tree and its dancing leaves and the flickers of sunlight through it catch her eye over my shoulder, and she just “stands” on my lap staring at it wide-eyed in amazement. Then the excitement kicks in, and she starts jumping up and down, grinning wildly, and giggling like crazy. It is absolutely the most precious thing! And so each morning, no matter what kind of night we have had, no matter how much sleep we did or did not get, my heart is warmed and I melt in gratitude for this precious baby girl and these delightful moments the Lord blesses us with.