My summer is finally over, tomorrow my sweet Angel comes home after being away from me for 53 long days!!!! I am so excited. I have spent the past 3 days getting ready for her arrival, wanting everything to be perfect. Saturday, I had a garage sale to get rid of stuff I didn’t want or need any longer, you know out with the old and in with the new. This was an event all in itself. I had planned it for weeks, cleaning out closets, drawers, getting everything together, pricing it, and then finally putting it all together. The garage sale itself was exhausting! We had to put everything in the garage get it together and ready to be put out the next day. On Saturday I was up at 5:00 am knowing people would be showing up soon. I was right. It lasted until 1:00 pm and could have lasted longer, but I thought if I stayed out in that heat any longer I would melt! I did pretty well as far as garage sales go. Thank goodness I had some amazing help. It is funny because the stuff that I thought would sell didn’t and the stuff I thought wouldn’t did. Two trips to the Goodwill and I was ready to get my house back in order. No sense in holding on to stuff you don't want anymore, it takes up storage and is a pain to move.
Yesterday, I completely redid Angel’s room wanting it to be perfect for her as soon as she walks into it. I am very happy with the result. I went to the grocery store and got her favorite foods and made sure I was stocked with anything she might need. I feel like a child and tomorrow is Christmas Day. I wonder how much she has grown, how long her hair is, how much she will weigh, what all is she saying, and mostly did she miss me as much as I missed her? Has she wondered where I have been all this time or if I had forgotten about her? Does she know that my heart has been empty since she has been gone? That I have prayed for her everyday all day? Does she know that I tried numerous times to come and see her? As much as I am overjoyed about her homecoming, I am a bit nervous at the same time. I know she will have changed, and I wonder if she will still want to be with me? Have outside influences caused her to turn against me? I guess I can’t worry about that. All I can do is count down the hours, the minutes until she is back in my arms. I made it through another summer, one more year until I have to do it all over again. Hopefully, next year will be different.