With each day that brings us closer to Gary coming home, I am more and more excited, more hopeful, and more task-oriented! We have a lot of work to do once he’s home, but that first weekend is just for us and for the kids. I don’t want to do anything but enjoy everyone being together again, finally, in spite of incessant efforts to keep all of us apart.
All of Gary’s clothes are in the closet, hanging and waiting for him; all of the kids’ and Gary’s bathroom items are lined up in the tub and at the sink, and the bath toys are in a mesh bag waiting to join one of the kids in the water. I’ve even made the grocery list already, and clipped coupons for things that Gary and the kids like.
Three weeks and one day, and then I will be showing Gary around the house, swinging on the porch swing with him, and planning the weekend with the kids. I can’t wait to see the kids together with him that first day. They’re going to tear off the car doors to get to him!
Knowing how much the kids love their father, and knowing how much he adores them, it will always be beyond me how anyone could put so much effort, money, and energy into trying to keep them apart, into trying to poison the kids against him, and against me. Seems to me there a million better things to devote effort and energy to, things that are actually healthy and beneficial to the kids’ healing instead of continually and mercilessly ripping them up. There are a lot of things I don’t understand, and sometimes I think maybe it’s best to accept that my heart just doesn’t think that way, and to be grateful for that.