She came yesterday afternoon. She looked kindly at my clutter and dust and agreed to come next Tuesday (and every two weeks) to clean our house. Well, the downstairs anyway. I can't bring myself to expose the upstairs situation to ANYone just yet. I will ease into it. I'm determined.
It's a new season of life for me. One I didn't anticipate as a child, teen, young adult, busy parent or empty-nester. One I choose with great pleasure and enthusiasm. There is no way to actually imagine all the implications of this choice, but my confidence and anticipation is strengthened by the complete support and involvement of my husband.
One week from today, my father will move into our home. He will have his own room in which to retreat, but we are hopeful he will feel at home in our kitchen and living room as well. Multiple details have been addressed to make his transition (and ours) as seamless as possible. It will be interesting to see what we overlooked!
I am thankful that he accepted our invitation and will not be spending the long, dark and cold winter nights alone. I'm thankful for the privilege of "doing" family up-close-and-personal. I'm thankful for the growth and challenges that have ALREADY come and are STILL to come with this new adventure.
Oh, and I'm thankful to have a house-cleaner!