Dreams and reality

We moved to our new house on Sunday. It took me until today to complete the move and get everything out of our previous (rental) house. Needless to say, it has been an exhausting few days. Thankfully, my parents kept the boys on Friday night (the movers were originally supposed to come on Saturday, but called Friday night to reschedule), and then from Sunday until this afternoon.

Actually, my dad was out of town starting on Sunday, so my poor but fabulous mother managed to wrangle our crazy boys for three days all by herself. Someone nominate her for sainthood! :-) I know I do this all the time, but as Trey always reminds me, "this parenting gig is a young man's game." And we are not that young. ;-) Anyway, she did all this even though the weather was less than stellar for most of that time (cold and rainy after weeks of 80+ degree temps). Trey and I have been so busy moving that it has been nice to know the boys were in good hands...being entertained, educated and well fed. Thank you Mom! You are the best. Even though now Thomas wants his own iPad.

I promised Mom I'd be there by today to rescue her and give her a much-deserved break. I arrived right after Parker went down for a nap, so when it was time to wake him up and get on the road I went up to his room, opened the curtains (he didn't stir) and then laid down beside him. He moved a little and then started mumbling something that obviously pertained to his dream. He half-opened his eye and realized someone seemed to be in front of him. He stretched a little and then struggled to open both eyes. He stared at me, straight faced, and slowly said, "Is that my Mommy?" Then he reached out and touched my face (that was about a foot in front of his). It was the sweetest thing. And then, after I assured him that I really was there, he snuggled up to me and wrapped my arms around him and asked me to hold him. Awwwwww.

I'm exhausted and sore and would love nothing more than a day to relax, but I'm glad to have my boys back. Our house is a complete wreck...boxes everywhere remind me of the Christmas hymn "In the Bleak Midwinter." That song says, "Snow had fallen snow on snow, snow on snow." In our house there are boxes upon boxes upon boxes. There is STUFF everywhere. But our boys are back home and our family of four is spending our first night all together in our new house. Despite all the craziness and tired, achy bodies, everything just feels right.

"Is that my Mommy?," he asked so sweetly, yet so unsure. Those are the moments that melt my heart!