We went home today. It was a surprise and I’ll tell you why; my Dad turned 70 years old today. Last year on his birthday he told the family that the only thing he wanted for his 70th birthday was for all his kids to be together (previous marriage and current). So about a month ago, I emailed all 7 of my siblings and asked them if they were planning on being there (the half-siblings all live in CA). I was really surprised when everyone said yes. Then I found out that my Dad was having a huge catered party where his band was going to play and everything. So I knew I couldn’t be the only child not there. I let my Mom in on the secret so she could meet us at the airport. She told my Dad they were picking up her sister and met us at the security gate. We were waiving at my Dad and yelling, and he didn’t even realize it was us! We started yelling Happy Birthday and the recognition crossed his face. It was a happy reunion. It felt good to be home, kind of.
To be honest, we aren’t that stoked about being home. We already miss traveling and I am constantly thinking about going back. But, I have to admit, it’s great to be in a soft bed with clean sheets and a clean bathroom that has toilet paper and hot water! Wow, we are spoiled here!
Of course, our trip home wouldn't be complete until this; we found a hairball in our airplane blanket. Did we still use the blanket? You betcha, we've grown a lot over the last 10 months!