I have to confess—between my husband and me, I’m the impatient one. I like things to happen fast—right now, if possible. I easily get restless when I don’t see progress, even if it’s small. That’s why I’m constantly challenging myself to keep moving, even if it’s just something like filling a trash bag with things we don’t need. Stagnation? It drives me nuts. I am, without a doubt, a big work in progress. The last few months have been a real rollercoaster. We started off busy—there was so much to do, so many places to go—and then, suddenly… everything slowed down. It wasn’t that things stopped completely, but they just crawled along at such a slow pace. My impatience can be overwhelming at times, and I know it could drive my husband crazy. But thank God for his patience and for the way he always knows how to comfort and encourage me. Still, the "not yet" moments are hard to accept. And then there’s our cat, Moe. As I’ve been observing him, I realized how much I have in common...