For me, Mexico was a brief intermission to a bigger show: after 18 long months, I once again had a ticket to Nebraska. Clark and the kids wouldn’t join until the following week, after the state soccer tournament. I was headed home. Alone. So much had changed, yet everything felt the same. If that makes sense? First up: a new family member to meet. My … Continue reading Home Again
We celebrated 12 years of Sam this summer. Here’s the annual time capsule summary of this child we love beyond words: He’s pensive. He soaks in so much of what he hears and observes, and quietly reflects on it for days and weeks. What wit! What laughter! His sense of humor is wise beyond his years, yet he still loves potty humor YouTube videos. Either way, … Continue reading Celebrating Sam
Well, we’re home. Five weeks is a long time to be away, and I’d almost forgotten how much I enjoy driving my own car and drooling on my own pillow. I do love my house, my beer pints, my shower, and… what else? Oh, that husband of mine! Boy was I glad to see him! The airport reunion between Clark and the kids was sweet, but they ditched their poor dad before we even made it to our driveway. The neighbors were out playing catch, so Clark slowed down for them to say hello. Sam stuck his head out the window and yelled, “WE’RE BACK!” The kids swarmed the car and before we knew it they were off. The last thing I heard was, “Woah, you’re all tan!” before they headed off for an 11PM play date. What can you do? Summer in Alaska… we were home!
A lot of my friends wonder how I handle going back to Nebraska to live with my parents for a month every summer. And to be fair, I think my parents’ friends wonder the same thing (in reverse). It seems that we all love our families, but maybe not all quite that much.