Hearts and Homes

It's been said that you can never go home again, but I beg to differ.  I have found, as I get older, that my time spent at home with my mom, dad, sisters and nieces only gets sweeter.  And it also gets harder to say good-bye and come back to our own home.  Don't get me wrong.  Both places are truly "home" to us, but it only gets harder to leave.  I can't stand it.

We spent the weekend with my family.  We watched our beloved Huskers get trampled by Oklahoma.  That's okay, because we were all together, had some lovely food, the kids had a blast (as always) and we truly enjoyed one another's company.  (We know it's not ALL about the winning!)  We worshipped together at church and spent the afternoon at play.  Papa Dean took the kids on a nature hike, and they came back with their fists full of things they'd found.  

When it was time to leave, I tried hard to keep it together, but the floodgates started to open when we loaded ourselves into the van and I turned around to see Cody crying.  All day he'd say, "I wish we could stay just a little bit longer."  And I'd say, "I know, baby.  Me too."  Nanna came to the rescue and helped bring a smile to his face, for which I was very grateful.

On the way home, my tired boys crashed in the backseat. Their cousins wore them out!  They had such a great time.  My mom and I talked by phone on the way home (yes, I called her) and we both marveled at the way the kids played together.  They are such good buddies and they truly love one another.  It's so sweet to see them interact.  Unless somebody gets hurt, there's never an issue.  They don't fight, they don't argue.  I hope this always is the case.

And so today, on this beautiful Monday morning, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to my family for their love and kindness.  Thanks for always making time to spend with us when we come home.  Thanks for making us feel special.  We love you and we miss you.  

And we'll see you soon.