We were home a total of 9 days over Christmas. Nine. Days. Home. You can imagine the grumpiest ride home ever and you would be spot on. Sure, its wonderful to get back to your own space and fur-babies. If only that space and those babies were located about six hours southeast.
Maybe, I whine on here too often about being homesick? I'm not sorry if I do, because it is a very accurate representation of my emotional state every day. I've gotten used to the homesick pangs. The ache has lessened in severity but its always there.
Anyways, before I get all sappy and depressed, here are some highlights from our visit home:
|A gorgeous sunset greeted us as we drove into my hometown.|
|W got a gun. Yep. And, he is the only one excited about it.|
|Indulged in some delicious Cold Stone Creamery. My fave is coffee with heath bar. Yum|
|We kept our distance from Tux, aka Killer, aka The Terrorist, because he likes the taste of human.|
|I went for a run at my grandfather's farm on an old logging trail. Can't beat SC swamps and cypresses.|
|We reveled in those flat-as-boards SC fields after all this mountain-living.|
|Got to love, squeeze, kiss, hug, soak-up, stare-in-wonder-and-awe at our beautiful nephews.|
And so, I leave you, dear reader, with a little John Denver a la 4 year old. You're welcome.
What are your plans?