It seems that when I prepare to move, it takes me awhile to get motivated, to get my thoughts together. To get in the groove. I've moved so many times. You'd think I could do it in my sleep.
Yesterday was hard, today was easier. I need a new brace. This one is just not tight enough anymore. They wear out. And they aren't cheap. Doctor said I'd probably have to buy a new one every few months.
The sun is shining, the weather is warm. Abi is lying out on the back porch in a patch of sunlight. Charlie is in here with me curled up in his bed.
My Charlie never showed that he was in any pain after he had 11 teeth extracted a few weeks ago. He's my sweet little trooper.
I find myself reflecting back on that other move, two and a half years ago. I was in a different mind set. I'm stronger now in some ways, more fragile in others.
I've been saying my goodbyes to this house with every place I looked at. "The little blue house." Thought I'd live here for the rest of my days.
Life has a way of changing the game plan on you. And you just have to go with the flow or drown in the flood.
The neighbors on one side of me moved out this past week. Renters on both sides. I've really taken to the two kids, a young couple, on the other side. Joe just graduated from nursing school, and is 24 years old.
He is a NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) nurse. So the other day I asked him what it's like, why he went into this area of nursing.
Joe said he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to care for the tiniest of humans that need so very much to survive. The ones who enter the world much too soon, and need specialized care.
He told me that when he was in school, and they were to work with the preemies the next day as part of their rotation, he didn't sleep all night. He was scared half to death. The thought of holding those tiny little lives in his hands must have been very scary.
I'd adopt this kid if I could. He's good people. He's caring people. He started his new job with the preemies a month ago. He is treading in waters that are full of currents. And he said he loves it.
Some of those little preemies won't make it. I know the first one he cares for that doesn't make it will hit him real hard.
But at least, for the time they have on this earth, I am comforted by the fact that there is a caring young man like Joe who will hold them tenderly and do his utmost to give them what they need. Who will make a difference with every baby that is in his care.
When you stop and think about it, there probably aren't a whole lot of people who make a crucial difference in our lives. Teachers, friends, just genuinely good people. But when they do, they give us hope and maybe sometimes, keep us alive.
On the road of our journey, they are unexpected samaritans along the way. They manage to make the bumps in the road hurt a little less.