It’s all too fresh and raw and sacred and surreal for me to write about right now.
Besides, my eyes are blurry, my stomach is killing me, there’s a trail of mess all over my house, and I’m dreading tomorrow morning something fierce.
Did I tell you I was here this weekend? It. Was. Amazing. Like God just spent four whole days whispering in my ear, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
And I’m feeling a little sniffy tonight. Like Ohio is a big ol’ hop, skip and jump from Texas. I remember Kelli telling me that when we left her house back in April, she got a little emotional and said to her hubby, “I don’t know if we’ll ever see them again.”
Little did she know, I’d be knocking down her door nine months later.
So, I know God can (and does) work in amazing ways. I’m just going to sit here on the edge of my seat and wait expectantly for it all.
After I get some sleep that is.
I really do want you to say hi, though, if we got to meet this weekend, whether at MOPS (so much fun!!) or at the Siesta Celebration. That’ll take a little of my homesickness for Texas away.
And for those of you who weren’t there, I pictured you just sitting here in my comments section (although I’m fairly certain that’s not where you really live–that’s just my self-centricity talking) waiting for me to get back. I wish that’s how it really was, because I MISSED YOU!! I know you weren’t any farther (further?) away (and some of you were closer!) while I was in Houston, but still. I feel what I feel.
It’s good to be home.
And if you were at the celebration and are blogging about it (and maybe posting pics), please let me (and everybody else) know!! Then the super-sleuths (ahem, Whimzie) can get the Big Scoop without waiting for my recap.
Have a wonderful week, friends!!