When I was in Little Rock for two weeks in December the thought of coming back to Dallas was never daunting. After living here for two years Dallas feels like home. I think there are several reasons for this.
The first is that I have an amazing husband who I feel I grew even closer to during our time in Little Rock. There is something about experiencing deep pain together that can either tear you apart or draw you close. I have to make the decision everyday to share my feelings with Reid and to allow him to grieve with me, instead of isolating myself from him. Thankfully, I am married to a patient man! He is also supportive of my desire to return to Little Rock twice a month over the next few months. With a job that already requires him to travel during the week, I know this will be a season of sacrifice for both of us. I am so thankful for a loving and compassionate husband.
I also thought about the great friends I had in Dallas to support me. We are not all in the same home group anymore, but all still make our weekly trek out to our church, The Village, on Saturday nights. I know these girls would be at my side at any moment I need them! They are truly amazing women of God, and it has been a great privilege to share the past two years of my life with them.
And, how could I forget the little friends I get to spend my days with! Luke and Emerson remind me how innocent life can be. How wonderful it is to look at things through a child's eyes. My days with them are very tiring ;) and very wonderful, too! It is really amazing how much children can teach us if we just listen.