Posted in Just Ramblin
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We've been on the coast for seven months now. My son is very unhappy being cooped up in an apartment after having lived his whole life with a big back yard to run around in. I found myself sitting here today thinking, "If we were at home, today...." Okay, so some of his problem is my thinking, I'm sure. The fact is this, if we were back in our old house today, we'd have done the following things - I know because this is what we've done every year for the last half dozen. We'd have walked down to the end of our street to see the small but very patriotic Memorial Day parade. We'd have cooked-out. We'd have had Grammie or my mum come for the day/weekend. Our favorite friends who always park in our yard would have, so that they could pick up their car at the end of the parade, rather than having to walk back the entire parade route. But we're not "home" today. Here we are in our apartment, praying that the house we're calling about tomorrow is THE house so that we can again have a yard, cook-out, and invite folks over. Where MattMann can go out and dig in the dirt and be a boy. I know that we're in mourning and that this too shall pass, but good golly how long is it going to take us? We have seen my dad several times in the last few months, which is as many times as we use to see him in the average year, when we lived away. This was a big part of the reason we relocated, so that the kiddos would know their extended family. Guess it's just a case of the holiday blues. Hoping your Memorial Day was a happy one. Blessings, MaggieRaye |
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