So this morning the silence was ok. I got ready, did some scripture study, checked some email, wrote the blog below. You know standard stuff. But as morning drags into afternoon with no sign of the FedEx man, I am getting bored. Mom and Tallie have been in and out. The boys will start coming home from school in a few hours, but until Mr FedEx comes I am stuck at home with no company other then my dad sleeping upstairs.
Now back to the regularly scheduled blog…
Home again?
No matter how much you wish things to stay the same, they never do. Here I sit in my parent’s family room. The furniture is familiar. The pictures on the walls are the same. But things are different. The people here are no longer the same. Pauliwog, is a priest, he is driving now. Even worse, he is taller then me, by several inches. Jamers voice has lowered by so many octaves it scares me AND he is the exact same height as I am. Sacrilege! I have told Goose that he is no longer allowed to grow any more. I soon am going to feel like the woman from Mary Poppins. You know the one whose daughters grew and grew and grew. They these boys are going soon I will be considered a midget next to them. Lol!
I slept in this morning as the kids had their last day of school, so after I had gotten ready for the day, I took a walk through the rooms that used to be so familiar to me. Mom has continued in her need to rearrange things every few months. The boys have changed rooms since my visit in July. There are books all over the room that Jamesers and Wog share, along with sheet music (Wog plays the french horn and Jamesers the violin). Goose now has balls of all sorts in his room; soccer balls, basketballs, and kickballs fill his closet. All these are things I didn’t have anything to do with.
It is odd, this feeling of being a visitor. Not a bad feeling, I have changed just as much, but the odd feeling doesn’t sit as well as I thought it would.
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Man I wish I was home with you. I miss seeing the boys grow. I am excited to be there in a week. Wahoo. Have fun with everyone and tell them I say hello. I love you!
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