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The Steps I Didn’t Take, the Work I Still Have, and the Weight of Tomorrow
Eight o’clock rolls around and the house finally starts to sound like it’s winding down, but my brain hasn’t gotten the memo. I look at my Fitbit like it personally betrayed me, because somehow it still says zero steps. Zero. As if I haven’t walked this house from one end to the other all day long. Up and down the stairs multiple times to check on C and to get to my office. As if I haven’t bent, lifted, cleaned, reached, stretched, and hustled. As if motherhood doesn’t count as movement unless it happens on a treadmill. I tap it like that’s going to change anything. It doesn’t. It just…
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When David Becomes Dad
I don’t know if your home but five o’clock hits different in this house. It’s like the whole day shifts gears the second David walks back through that door. He doesn’t announce it. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He just steps into the house and the energy changes — the way it does when the person who holds everything together finally comes home. David barely gets his boots off before the dogs are climbing him like he’s the returning hero in a movie. C’s already talking to him about something — driving, work, a game, a plan, a question — and I’m standing there trying to…
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Drivers Ed with David
Four o’clock in this house has a very specific sound. It’s the sound of keys hitting the table, the dogs losing their minds like David’s been gone for six months instead of six hours, and C already halfway to the door before David even gets his shoes off. Because 4 PM isn’t just a time — it’s a shift change. It’s the moment the whole house exhales because Dad is home, and the next part of the day can finally begin. Thank the LORD. C waits for this moment like it’s a scheduled event, even though David’s schedule is anything but predictable. Some days he walks in tired. Some days…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
