Where Does Money Grow?

Good Morning, youngest child of mine.
See? You miss me so much you've been reading my blog.
I knew I'd get you hooked sooner or later. 

And yes, I'm sure you'll have a comeback for that. Can't wait to hear it.

My husband commented last night how much he is enjoying this time with just the two of us. Sure, we miss the kids and they do make up most of our conversation topics, but I do understand where he's coming from. When we were married over eighteen years ago, we really didn't know each other that well. Making a decision to get married after a month's worth of dating does not give the other person a chance to really get to know you. We knew all the good stuff, but that's about it. Then the first year was spent preparing for the first child and by the fifth year, we had completed our family of five and that was that.

Cheap diapers and plastic bottles and squeaky toys.
Big-kid pants and juice boxes and toy boxes.
Baggy jeans and soda cans and electronics everywhere.

So yes, we have enjoyed this time together. What makes it so relaxing also is knowing right where those kids are. They couldn't ask for better grandparents and just knowing that they are all together... well, let me put it this way: we were out eating the other night when a horrendous storm blew in out of nowhere. As we sat helplessly watching trees bend and lightning seemingly strike everywhere, I looked at my husband and said, Well, the timing would be perfect. If anything were to happen to us, those kids are right where they need to be.

Morbid? Maybe, but we always worry about the what ifs in life. It was good to know that for that moment, all was well. Don't get me wrong, I know God would work everything out no matter if all five of us were scattered in five different directions, but I'm thinking you'll get my point. It really has been a relaxing few weeks.

Now can my mom say the same thing? I certainly hope so. I wonder if having those three teenagers in her house with hot showers going, hair dryers blowing, and refrigerator doors opening makes her breathe a sigh of relief that her days raising kids full time is over. Then again, I almost doubt it. Knowing her, she's probably treasuring every moment of it. My dad? Well, hopefully he's able to get past the sharp spike in the utility bill. One thing is for sure, I finally understand the term Money doesn't grow on trees.  He has taught me well.