March has definately been a month for traveling. First Jeff leaves for a week in Florida, and then I am in Nashville Tennessee. I came home in time for Spring break and have been blessed to have time with my family this whole week. My boys and I, spending time hanging around the house watching scary movies, working in the yard, or just making cookies. It’s been different this week. In a good way really.

I can remember when I’d send my boys to camp. How different, and more grown up they would seem when they came home.

I feel different today. I feel like I’ve been to camp. I even feel a little more grown up. I know more about myself than I did just a week ago. I know more about God.

It’s strange. Both of us traveling. We aren’t used to it. Jeff isn’t. I’m not. And yet here we are, following God individually and together.

Our family is growing. My boys are changing. I’m changing. I’m still Mom. But I’m not Mom in the sense I was when they were younger. Our relationship is evolving into something more. And something less at the same time. It’s almost bittersweet in that regard.

They don’t need me like they used to.

And yet, they need me more.

They need a Mom who is a person as well as “Mom.”  A mom who follows God where – ever he takes her. Knowing that she will always come back home.

I’ll always be Jeff’s wife, Charlie and Dillon’s Mom.  I haven’t always been Deana. Not until recently anyway. Finding her is fun.