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.
A weather system is moving in from the Gulf. It may be a tropical storm by landfall.
Thankfully, I had some time in my schedule today to get the yard readied. I moved my potted palms against the house along with the other pots of plants. I picked up some odds and ends and put them away in the shed. I put my yard tools in the shed from the carport. I took his flag down and put it in the house.
I know it is only forecast to be at most a tropical storm. Having seen the likes of Rita and Ike, I try to not get nervously excited over it. Still, the wind and rain can make a mess of things and I wanted to do a little prevention.
I have plenty of food in the house. Our water company is set up to provide continuous water. I filled up my car with gas. I hope the children and he did the same.
I am sitting out here on the porch now sipping coffee and listening to the rain coming down. Just a regular rain at the moment. No wind. The windows are fully open.
This is one of my favorite kinds of moments. The porch, the rain, the coffee. My memories hold many moments of enjoying this kind of thing. I love the sound of rain. Thunderstorms are awesome to me as well. No fear, just respect.
My son and his bride are home from the islands for a short visit. We have had a little time with them. This storm has disrupted some plans we had made. But, just the brief moments allowed are appreciated. So many people love them so much and miss them being here in Texas, we have had to share them more than we would like. What parent doesn’t want to hold tight to their child after having felt their absence so intensely?
My daughter and I had a wonderful visit cooking gumbo and potato salad and all yesterday. She, her father and I rode up to see the overfull lake and rivers. She is full of plans and has an agenda to meet her goals. Prayerfully, I hope for continued progress and blessings on her path.
I had not realized how quiet my home life had become until they came to see us. Something about my two children is so intense and vibrant, it tumbles my heart around and I feel unbalanced. They are not afraid. We worked so very hard to make sure they were not afraid. Their courage and boldness is awe-inspiring. I don’t mind the unbalanced feelings. It means they are dancing. Just the way I always hoped.