"The first nine months here have been so hard."
That's what she said over dinner tonight. And I so remember that feeling. Almost four years ago; lonely, alone and tired.
And I was so glad she pushed past her tired and unfurled that tablecloth to take an iron to it.
And I was so glad I pushed past my tired and spent my evening elbow deep in black beans, limes and tilapia.
God, make our home a rest for the tired and repletion for the empty. Myself included. Myself especially.
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