One last live post before we drive out of the city

I miss my Mommy and Daddy. Elias misses his Nana and Papa. Papa... Nana... Papa he says and looks for them to build his block towers so he can make them go crash. I miss the help with early morning risings, diaper changes, and home cooked meals. I miss toasting to family as Elias grins and says: More cheers.

But they had to return to the East. And we are left in the North West with empty rooms.

Perhaps that is why I am anxious to leave home and live in a tent for a while.

I also feel like I need to clear my brain of clutter so I can return and navigate my life with fewer detours.

I'm bringing my notebook and a fast pen though because writing acts as an anchor when the mighty winds blow.

Oh, and they can be mighty.

 

Comments

[Zanna]

Hope your winds are calm, Christie. Great photos of the parental units.

[Kathy N]

I just read the posts you have so far, and am feeling overwhelmed by the memories of raising my 1 pound 5 ounce preemie. She is now 18 years old - what a journey it has been.