Yesterday morning I slipped on my favorite red, satin ballet flats and packed our bags. We have been visiting family in Utah for the last ten days. It was an absolute whirlwind. We had two graduations, two baby blessings, a family reunion and several other activities. By the end of the week poor Tommy was almost manic because he was so tired. It was wonderful to see my children with all seven of their grandparents, all of their cousins and many of their aunts and uncles. We saw Thomas the Train and rode the train and went to the train museum. Johnny said "Mama" for the first time. I ran a race and bonded with my siblings and old friends anew. I found that I really miss my sisters and my brother, but not as much as I missed home. Home is an elusive concept for us but I am finding that it is where my stuff is, where my friends are,where my husband is, where my life is. So I put on my red shoes, rounded up my babies and boarded a plane. And found that I agree wholeheartedly with Dorothy, there's no place like home.
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Well said. I recently read of a small girl whose parents were in the military. A news reporter was interviewing the family and asked her how she felt about moving to a new home all the time. She said, 'We always bring our home with us. We just have to find a new house to put it in.' Exactly! Thanks for letting me and my munchkins be a part of your trip to Oz! :)
Loved it Angie! I just read the same quote Adri. Now I just need a new house to put my home in. And preferably larger than my current 868 square feet.
The genius behind OZ and shoes making everything better. Congrats on the races, I always have to laugh at the idea that I am paying to kill myself and lose.
K-my blog SUCKS after looking at yours... I better get to work! Luv ya!
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