All That Matters

The weathermen were right and the rain blew out of our corner of Virginia in the early morning hours.  When the sun appeared, and because I'm feeling better, I decided we weren't going to be lazy and that things were going to get done around the house.  I cleaned half of the house and then told Carl we needed to head outside and get the yard work done. 

~Annie~

Even though Carl still can't really do anything other than drive the tractor, it's something.  He put it off for a little bit, and then decided he was tired of hearing me nag him, ask him when he was going to get started, and so he went outside, taking the dogs with him.  A little while later I came out and found that Carl wasn't mowing but was in the barn working on the weed-whacker and trying to figure out if it is still capable of fulfilling it’s lawn-care duties.  I could see CarrieAnne at the far-side of the yard, with Todd intently watching whatever she was doing.  Josh and Sheba were nearby playing with the frisbees.  

Cissy was laying in the grass. 

It was really one of those real, visceral moments when I looked around and realized that everything was as it should be.  

Everyone seemed happy, and that was all that mattered.