Home

Well, vacation's over. We couldn't have had a better time. We started and ended our trip visiting Lori in Nebraska

and the whole middle was filled with fun and family in Colorado Springs.

I'm finding out that no matter how great the trip, getting home feels good too. (It makes me wonder. If we move south someday after Mr. Right retires, will it feel as much like home as where we've lived for the last 38 years? Mr. Right says, yes. Home is where you hang your hat.)

Anyway, I do enjoy getting home except I didn't know we had monsoon-type rains while we were gone and that our usual fast-growing lawn had turned into a jungle. And how did those weeds spring up everywhere? Did I really leave all those rocks around the pond and the backyard in such disarray? And can the mail and newspapers possibly make that huge of a pile? What about the laundry? Where did all that come from?

Then there's the dreaded unpacking. It seemed like we unpacked for hours the first night we were home and we didn't even finish! Why is it so much more fun to pack than to unpack?

We got home on Friday and on Saturday we had company from Michigan. We also had to spend some time with our Valpo family so I didn't really catch up on much (or anything) over the weekend but that's okay. Many years ago when all six kids were little, I struggled to keep up and worried then about what wasn't done. My sister, Laurel, embroidered a verse for me that I've never forgotten.

Cleaning and sweeping can wait til tomorrow
'cause babies grow up I've learned to my sorrow
So settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

I've carried that philosophy with me into grandparenthood. I was so happy to see my kids and grandkids and great grandkids this weekend that I wouldn't have considered wasting one moment while they were here mowing the lawn or sorting mail. I love every moment that I can spend with all of them.

So it was a great ending to a great vacation. Now if I could just figure out a way to see my Kentucky and Virginia kids and grandkids, life would be complete. I'll figure out a way but first I've got a lawn to mow and rake and a lot of weeds to deal with.

(By the way, which would annoy the neighbors the most - the wild, unkempt grounds or weed whacking at 7 am?) I sure hope it's the former.