So when we got back from our vacation last week to find our brand new finished basement completely flooded and ruined, I felt like all of our hard work over the last month to get to the point where we were finally settled in the new house was all for nothing. Totally defeated.
All of the furniture had to be moved upstairs in our living room, all of the toys and small items packed back up into boxes. The carpet and subfloor had to be ripped out. We are basically moving yet again-- and it doesn't feel like once, but two more times (packing it all back up and then upacking again and putting everything back into place).
But amidst all the chaos, I can't help but recognize how insignificant these kinds of problems really are. Something that I have learned in the last few years is that if you have your health, you have everything. If I miss the mark on a thousand bedtimes, stare at 50 piles of unfolded laundry, and get sidetracked by endless amounts of excriment (to the point that I wonder if my child is something other than human)....
I still have playdates at the lake:
And the bay:
A week in the mountains:
Witnessing natural wonders:
And of course, moments like this, where my heart turns into a puddle and I am crying and laughing and jogging and trying to take a picture all at the same time.