I should have been excited about morning sover coffee, and I’d talked our new house. After many relocations for my husband’s career, we were finally staying put in the San Antonio, Texas, area. We’d moved so often, I had unpacking down to a science. But this time it was taking longer than usual. I was still shuttling between this neighborhood and our old neighborhood, 20 minutes away.
I thought keeping busy would help. It didn’t. I’d unwrap things, such as our living room decorations, arrange them and think, Mom would love how this looks. Or I’d reach for my phone to text her a photo and get her opinion.
A big reason Mike and I had decided on this house was that there would
