Thankfully Jimmy arrives home later tonight. Twenty-three different Ikea boxes are scheduled for delivery this Friday at my son’s new Chicago residence on the 42nd floor of his Wacker Drive high-rise apartment building. I’ve assured Jimmy he will not be encroaching on my time with Ryan. Jimmy so deserves some down time. Now I just have to convince him this latest activity will feel therapeutic in comparison. I did promise him we’d be down on the floor unpacking all 23 boxes.
I can’t count the number of blessings between my three kids and Jimmy’s two, much less the grandkids, siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, cats and dogs between us. It's called family.
Together Jimmy and I have more than our fair share of life's blessings. I wouldn’t trade those blessings for the world. But you can bet we’ll travel the world every chance we get. It's that or lose a few screws!