Maybe that’s the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.
for both happy and sad, today (yesterday in case you’re reading this today) has finally come.
The day for packing up and having to move from a temporary home back
to a real home has arrived…
This is the part of life’s story when being the adult, the grown-up, the parent,
the grandparent is one of the more difficult roles to play.
Life dictates that I’m supposed to be the one who knows what is best and
simply keep that stiff upper lip.
And so, reluctantly, I do.
We packed up and journeyed homeward.
A wreck, coupled by construction, on 285 had us sitting in traffic for over an hour.
Do you know what a screaming baby sounds like in a car stuck in the middle of
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