Monday, April 05, 2010


I didn’t want to think about it, let alone write about it. Going home.

It’s not the sorting and the throwing and the culling of all that we’ve accumulated in the past six weeks—although just thinking about it makes my head ache.

It’s not the packing—although just thinking about it makes my back ache.

It’s not the three-day drive—although just thinking about it makes my butt ache.

It’s leaving behind my family that lives in Arizona—and just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

The past six weeks have been family . . .

Family . . . Family . . . Family . . . Family . . . Family . . . Family . . . Family . . . And did I mention ‘family’?
I can take a Tylenol for my backache and my headache and my buttache. But what can I take for my heart?


Elaine said...

Bless you! You are a great mom and grandma! Colbie is a doll!

Anonymous said...

My heart breaks for you!!!!! Grandma Nettie

bd said...

Start planning your return...those new babies NEED you! Fun pictures..thanks for the sharing.

j9 said...

I am already sad and you are only about 10 hours into your trip. I am cringing at every picture that I am in, I look huge, but I know that later on I will appreciate it. The diet starts June 2nd. I'm kidding...sort of.

Dana @ Bungalow'56 said...

These countries are just too big for families. Although my Oma left her family to come to Canada from Holland with her seven children, likely never to return. I can't even imagine. Just plan another trip real soon.

middleson said...

there is nothing in the world better than time with family.

and when everyone is together you know that the good times and good food will be plentiful.