Home... with my thoughts escapin'
The kids and I arrived in Emporia yesterday afternoon. Its bittersweet to be "home". I love coming back for any reason. I love sitting up late with my sweet mama as she busily finishes up details from the day and preparations for tomorrow. She is truly an inspiration. I love getting up early enough on the weekends to have coffee with my dad before he takes off to start his list of todos. I love that my kids have their own space and some much needed privacy in their own rooms, but I still find them all piled up in the tiniest bedroom watching batman cartoons together. It's bitter to be away from Dale. The first night, I miss him. The second night I wish he was going to be come. By the third night and each following, I barely sleep and anxiously await every text and phone call. Who knew my world could become so intricately engrossed in another human being. It's been this way for years, but I've never been so keenly aware of it as I am this year, being apart weeks ...