My sister sent me the sweetest most wonderful picture of our grandfather and Baby B. She is gazing up at him and he looking down at her ~ and I so wish I could share it with you, but if I blocked out their faces, it would lose it's meaning~ and I was instantly missing my family.
You see, I was sitting on the couch, inside, with LB's family. His grandmother was ill and his mother was stressed and he doesn't have any outdoor furniture, so I sat there ALL.DAY.LONG watching golf. Don't get my wrong, they are lovely people, but this is just not how I am used to doing family gatherings.
I knew~ and the picture was proof~ that my family was all gathered in my parents' backyard. The children were either in the pool or playing some form of ball. Everyone was sitting around talking and laughing.
I wanted to be there.... celebrating with my family. I haven't seen them since my grandmother's funeral in January and I am missing them.
Sometimes, despite your claims that you are where you belong and you don't ever want to go back, you just need to be... HOME, surrounded by those you love and who love you.