cuddle and breathe

I found these two fortunes in my desk during the deep clean of the house and they seemed almost too relevant to be true. I have no recollection of what they're from- how long ago the Chinese food they came with was eaten in our abode- but, I know that when they were acquired I did not foresee the mayhem that our home would be for the last six months. Nor did I anticipate the relief of it coming back together- oh the sweet, deep breath of relief!

As of last week the stairs are carpeted and cozy- a quick fix to a real eye-sore- and they have provided the most surprising addition to our routine. Jake loves sitting on the stairs now and the animals come running to him when he gets home, all vying for his attention. Even Layla joins the gang- our poor cat who turned into a troll during the construction, living under the stairs and only coming out at night, is part of the family again. All three animal babes cuddle and wrestle with Jake, still in his work clothes. I imagine I'll place a newborn on top of the pile one of these days- one more babe to greet him after work.

We got some 'eh' news at Jake's monthly infusion yesterday. Not bad news, per say, but not good news either. Slightly disconcerting neutral news, I guess. We left the neurologist's office, Jake took my hand, and I was thankful for a reminder that every stinkin' day is a gift. Believe in miracles. Cuddle on freshly carpeted stairs. Take a deep breath.