...dressing your boy in an embroidered white shirt and calling him 'Panama Jack'.
...dressing YOURSELF in an embroidered white shirt, red beaded necklaces, and pretending you're in Mexico (hopefully with a margarita!).
...wearing your baby to the park and hearing his giggle as you slowly make your way down the slide for the very first time.
...knowing that even though things with the house have taken a downward spiral, and it's been over a month since we have been home, things will be okay.
I can't go into details anymore on the house, suffice it to say, signed agreements have been broken and plans have been derailed. I have to remind myself daily that this is not as bad as it could be. We have a loving family who have offered help, encouragement, and cheer thoughout this situation. We have our health, we have our love, and we have our baby.
When I am feeling discouraged (which happens more often than I like to admit), I need only look to the mood-ring eyes of my infant son, and the heaviness lifts a little bit. I kiss his squishy cheeks, and it lifts a little more.