He comes to bed around midnight at least half of the nights of the week. The Hubs has classes and clinicals, plus a job which involves paperwork at home and driving around three or four counties to counsel children or families. On the weekends once the kids are in bed, we veg out in front of the t.v. with a Redbox movie and the remaining Girl Scout cookies from the fridge. During our drive to church or before our heads hit the pillows, we still talk like we always have. Trying to solve the world's problems. Making ridiculous and hilarious statements in our sleep deprived states. Figuring out our faith as we feel the weight of being responsible for these two precious little boys.
One night a week or so ago I think I had already dozed off before he came to bed.
"Are you happy?" I heard him ask me.
"Good because I just want you to be happy."
And I am. Actually content is a better description. Happy is so dependent on circumstances, and I am not happy every moment of every day. However, I go to bed every night and sleep as peacefully as one can in this crazy mixed up world. I have peace. I have joy. I have hope.
I'm on a different part of my journey now. I'm almost certain that God is up to something. Same me, same faith, same life, but with some newness. Not for the sake of new, but for the sake of growth.