Friday Night

It seems like it's been a long week.

Maybe because twenty four hours just doesn't seem

like enough time anymore.

Or maybe just because I'm weary of the grey skies

and another impending weekend storm.

 

Naphtali is still house hunting - and beginning

 to show signs of fatigue. 

She faces an insanely competitive market.

Yesterday, a house entered the market at 1pm. 

 By the time she saw it several hours later

multiple offers had already been made.

 

The previous week she wrote an offer

- for a flip -

at 15k over the asking price.

She found out later that the high bid was

more than 25k over the asking price.

Insane, yes?

 

We talk pretty much every day.

I keep making soothing, supportive sounds:

you'll find the right one

you still have time

you'll get this figured out

let us know...

 

All true.

All sincere.

All beginning to sound  - to me - like:

blaahblaahblaahblaahblaah.

 

It doesn't seem like enough.

 

My heart aches to see her in this position.

We would/will help in any way we can.

(and she knows that)

 

But the reality is that this process is hers to complete.

We wait.

We listen.

We wait.

 

It doesn't seem like enough.

 

The broken arms and misplaced toys of childhood

become the lost innocence and broken dreams of adulthood.

Both our kids are smart and strong.

They are capable and compassionate adults.

They make of proud.

They make us laugh.

Sometimes they make us long for the days when troubles

could be kissed away.

 

Our children's fears change as they grow older.

Mine remains fairly constant:

I hope I got this right.