Last week I did a photo group of what I was taking with me for five nights in San Dimas, California, via plane trip.
I still had two shirts I didn’t wear. I opened my Nook for about 3 minutes on the flight out there. I didn’t wear or need the jacket I took. I would take it again anyway. I left my damp swimsuit with my son’s bride to run through the wash and stow. We had a late evening swim the last night I was there in the newly filled pool. I plan to need it there, again.
Hollywood is an experience! The crowds on the street were a little overwhelming. Like midway at the fair here in the country. I did love the opportunity to see some things in person.
The pier at Santa Monica is crazy. Well, the folks on it seem to be. On the pier and along the boardwalk we saw some interesting characters. I know what slacklining is now.
I got to put my feet in the Pacific again. I always try to take a photo of my feet in the sand at the edge of the water. Just one of my personal traditions or rituals.
The best part of my trip was simply the visit with two of my favorite people in the world. Just being in the house and watching them living was worth more than anything. Did I mention how talented his bride is at decorating their home? So lovely and tastefully done.
Well, actually the best part of my trip was this:
I had the privilege of feeling our little one kicking and squirming. I got to hook up to Facetime and share a photo session with him. It was a shoot of her perfect little face and a wonderful little hand and two little feet with legs crossed at the ankles. The wonders of technology exposing the miracles of Him! It is all so surreal.
It’s good to be back home. With him. But, come on November! I am ready to fly again. Next time we go together. For a very special someone’s Grand Entrance!
There was a lot of too much this past week. I took too much stuff in my bags. I was stunned by too much traffic in the Greater Los Angeles area. The concept of that little girl growing is still too much for me to grasp. I can’t completely write or even think about her. I become overwhelmed with too much emotion, still.
I will set aside a day, soon, to let my mind and heart go. I will let it all be too much and when my tears have been shed, I will know it is all much too wonderful, still.