The road to home

It is Friday morning and daughter Christine showed up at the door early and ready to leave for home.   She has been with us for a month and it has been so wonderful just to be able to get that morning hug.   The tears flow when there are goodbyes, but then they flow for all reasons and in all seasons....we just have those kinds of tear ducts.     We will miss her as she was a big help to her sister Patricia and they had a lot of fun between the operation time and the recuperation start.   Patricia found out it was like having another mother, and she thought her big sister was going to be a push over . . . surprise!!!   Not in this life time.  Big sisters have a job to do and they do it so well.


Christine brought down a truck full of wonderful surprises.  She had some beautiful short bookcases to share with us as she has redone her library room with tall cases and you know they are already filled to the brim.   She didn't miss many of the yard sales so went back with boxes of books and the big bag sale at the library certainly helped her find some authors she loves to read.     She has a new maple hutch that is really beautiful that Pat gifted her and she found some beautiful dishes and other objects of art and glass that helped fill the truck.   She had one more box of cookbooks from my stash and tied down the tarp and waved goodbye. saying all she had to do was find some place to put all this 'stuff' when she got home.  


We had a farewell pizza party last evening and it was fun   Maggie got to join us as she helped put that awkward hutch in the truck and earned her dinner.     I had added some roasted vegetables and had a bowl of melon and strawberries so we had a farewell dinner and now have to get back to 'normal' eating patterns and hopefully lose a pound or two along the way.    We certainly did it gourmet style while Christine was visiting.

So today, remember to open your door wide and invite family and friends in to celebrate some quality time together.     Let all the old cobweb thoughts of imagined hurts, or even real ones, fly out the open door and hug the visitors with an open mind and a full heart.    Like tending a garden throw out the weeds and cultivate the soil and watch the growth from the love you sow.    Hugs to all