Yesterday I cried.

I got to unpack the boxes we have stored since the beginning of our new beginning. The in-law little home in not complete yet but we are almost there. I loaded the kitchen cabinets with all my kitcheny stuff. Pots, pans, dishes and glasses it was like seeing old friends after being apart for a long time.

I cried because I am so grateful to hold close the ‘things’ I have held, offered and washed  for decades. Yes they are simply things but they tell of dinners and get togethers. They tell of family. They tell of holidays, birthdays, wedding and baby showers. They speak of a houseful of friends and family after funerals too. They speak of the planned and the spontaneous. They speak of the "us" I got back yesterday.

Oh how I cried to touch them all again and bring back that which fills our lives.

Soon we will move into our little forever home. It has been more work than we could have imagined. Like I have said before, thank God we’re doing this now because we want to, not because we have to.

This experience from the unexpected and unimaginable, to a new home, from separate islands, to family living a blanket away has been more than a day at the beach. It has been a journey of enlightenment. Maybe I should write about it.

How lucky we are.
How damned lucky we are.