The older I get, the more I long to be with family. My dad came out for a visit 2 weekends ago, and I had such a great time being with him. Just being. We didn't plan anything special, just spent time catching up & soaking in the gorgeous weather. He taught Chris and I how to play 42, and Texas Hold 'Em, & we finally played Mexican Train by the rules...no small feat when you play in our family :) But the best part was just relaxing, talking, and watching him with Elli. That part truly warmed my heart. She loves her PaPa, and no matter how many miles may be between them, it's a bond that runs deep.
They tested out just about every park in our little town, attempted to feed the ducks (complete with duck calls & everything...to no avail!), walked up and down the hill on our street at least 10 times, and drove E's little barbie car until the batteries nearly quit! He was able to hug her good-night, and give her kisses every morning. And it was wonderful. Truly.
When he left, I cried. Might not be a shocker to those who know me, but I don't usually cry-cry when people leave...just mist up a bit. What can I say, I'm a softy! But this time, I cried. I don't know if it was because it will be the last time he visits us in this house, or that I'm nervous that it won't be as easy for our families to visit at our next base, or that I just hated to see such a great weekend end. But whatever it was, it pricked my heart.
The older I get, the more I long to be with family. To tell them how much I love them, how much they mean to me, and how thankful I am for them. To hug them as often as possible, and to spend quiet moments together. To experience Elli's life with them, and capture the memories that will buoy her until the next visit. To just be.
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