She was a blur this weekend. My girl flitted in and out of the house, barely stopping long enough to eat and sleep. When she is home I often find myself staring her in the eye and wondering who this stranger is, the one who doesn't have to look up to me and who borrows my shoes. Even though I hardly recognize her these days, our home feels empty without her.
Still, I am thankful.
Thankful that she could spend a night with my parents and make memories with my dad.
Thankful that she could spend an afternoon and night with a friend who recently lost her dad.
Thankful that she was eager to go to church last night and spend time with the youth group.
All good things, true blessings. But I'll be thankful when she decides to spend some time at home again, too.