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Quiet Down Expectations


I'm nervous.  Anxious.  Emotional.  Excited.  

I've tried to get the laundry all done, the cleaning completed and groceries filling the cupboard.  My son is coming home and I just want the house restful and peaceful for all of my boys.  But...we would have to move out to have that happen so it will be what it is.

Our house is warm, peaceful and filled with people that mean the entire world to me!  It is filled with memories that we have collected here for the last 13 years.  

Hide and Seek with Buster.  A place for forts, pillow fights, wrestling matches and a place to get lost in the books we read together.  

It sits on a quiet street where the boys raced bikes, go carts and each other.  Where archery was practiced outside and dreams were hatched.  Where neighbors look after and love each other. 

It was basically the last house available...and it was going to be a stop along the way.  Little house and little rooms and lots to fix... but it has a big heart!  

So why am worried tonight that things are not just right?  It is just right for us.  Right for a week of rest and rebuilding.  Perfect for three young men and a  small dog to fit just right.  

So Quiet Down Expectations and anxiousness go to sleep....I'm enjoying my boys so don't make a peep!

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