I'm thankful tonight that The Husband is getting to work in a job he truly enjoys. It's hard and exhausting and frustrating and time-consuming, and we miss him a lot, when he's working and when he's studying and when he's sleeping.  But.  He's happier than I've ever seen him (aside from the negatives I listed above, haha!), and that makes me happy, and that, in turn, helps our relationship and the overall mood of the household.  It's still a training period. Something could change. Bad things happen, yada-yada-yada.  But.  Things could work out beautifully.  He could ace this training period, he could be accepted into the fold officially, this could be the right place/right time job.  I hope hope hope it's the latter.  Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity you've given him. Please let this be it. 

Yesterday afternoon, exactly one year  to .  the .  day . that The Husband graduated from the academy, he got the call that's going to change his life, our lives in a huge way.  The sheriff's department in the county where we live will be getting its newest, handsomest, red-headed deputy in about a week and a half, and I couldn't me more pleased for or more proud of him.  He has worked incredibly hard this year, and he is going to make a fine officer who serves and protects those who work and live in this community.  My prayer for him is this (and if you would join me in this prayer as often as you think of us, it would mean the world to me): Holy and awesome God, You knew these days were coming. Thank you for your perfect timing.  I pray that The Husband will seek You each day before he puts that uniform on. I pray that the Holy Spirit will guide and protect him, that You will give him wisdom and discernment ...

Yesterday, while Jack was in "room time," I heard some noises that weren't typical. So, my curiosity piqued, I looked under his door.   He had moved the items from the left side of his room to the right side of his room. Same placement. New spot.    This morning. I heard the same noises. Again, I peeked under the door and saw he'd done the same thing. All three large items were moved to the same place.  I guess he wanted a new perspective. I do it, too. I've moved furniture in his room several times, and when we lived in the condo, I was always trying out new room arrangements.  A new perspective. We all need it occasionally.  The Husband needs it badly. Truly. If we've ever needed you to storm the gates of heaven for us, this is it.  He has been at this job as a correctional officer for almost a year now. The job was a god-send last year. It worked better with his hours at the academy. It allowed us to save up for and buy...