waiting

The last several weeks have been busy - school, boys' play dates, soccer games, gymnastics, doctor appointments, various errands, and best of all: friends.

The questions people have politely and thoughtfully asked me lately are 

#1 How is Jason?

and

#2 How is the house? 

Unfortunately, the answer is the same for both: 

Nothing new. The structure is still there and strong, but we are waiting to find out how/when it will be built back up. 

Waiting. That is the essence of what we have been doing on both fronts - waiting on test results, waiting on a new roof, waiting to see if the chemo works, waiting for a building permit. We are waiting to get our life back. 

But here is the latest insight: Life has been happening all along, while we were waiting. 

We have shared moments of bliss and agony, watched soccer games be won and lost. We have enjoyed friends, enjoyed each other, enjoyed solitude. We have shared meals, read books, taken hikes, celebrated birthdays, drank wine, cleaned house, built forts, done homework, taken naps, talked to family and mowed the lawn. All the mundane and the glorious minutiae of life have been magnified to become special, treasured moments because they are all we have while we are waiting for life to recommence.