{Man of the house.}
After 11 days {a record breaker} my Mr. is finally coming home!
My emotions are wild right now.
I am tired, excited, frustrated, happy, annoyed.
I don't know if I will slap or kiss him.
Probably both.
Yesterday my Father phoned me and asked if He and Mother could come down.
In an almost desperate plea I answered YES!
I assumed the impromptu visit was due to witnessing my juggling act during church.
Kingston nearly smacked poor old Brother Ball right in the face with his train.
As I opened the door the children ran around like nervous dogs.
My mother had her famous basket, full of Halloween crafts for the children to construct while I took a breather on the couch.
I looked at my father, his face was happy and his spirit was calm.
He looked back at me and in his deep, soothing voice said,
"Tell me how you are feeling."
Tears welled in my eyes and I was overcome with an indescribable amount of gratitude.
As I poured my heart to him he listened with sincerity and offered love and counsel
in a way that only a Father can.
My soul was reminded of how blessed I am to have such a wonderful family, an undeniable testimony of the gospel, and a knowledge of the Plan of Happiness.
And that made my heart sing.
