My parents have never had overnight house guests. We can't move somewhere without a spare bedroom or two to accommodate guests. I love to have the house full of people.
My guests this weekend, an army buddy of J's and his wife, made me an emotional wreck. We haven't seen them for 2 years. Last time I was expecting K and she was undergoing her first round of chemo. It was a crazy time for all of us.
This past weekend was full of many ups and downs. After her two year battle with cancer, and given 10% odds of surviving, we ran 3 miles together Saturday morning and made plans to run the Rock N Roll Half Marathon in November. She was just given the news that she can safely try to get pregnant and deliver a baby without any concerns for her health. All of this was awesome.
Than there is the dark cloud that hangs over the whole weekend. J isn't there. This is his friend. His battle buddy. He would want to show off his daughter and our home. J would want to show them around Savannah and look at the houses they're thinking about buying. He would want to reassure him that we will be here for his wife when he deploys. Instead it will be another 13 months or more till they are both home. I spent a sleepless weekend wrestling with how incomplete the weekend felt.
Than Monday came and I washed the sheets, towels and restocked the toilet paper in preparation for my brother and sister-in-law to arrive this weekend.
