The light outside is muted. The skies are hanging heavy & gray. Thunder is rumbling in the distance, but looming closer. The threat of more rain is palpable in the air.
My husband & children went on an ATV ride. I hope they come home dry & in one piece....well, 5 pieces really. I'd hate for them to be strangely fused together.
This time next week I'll be on the road, again. Traveling home from Tennessee. Dejectedly leaving the realm of the Queen Mother. I am so excited to go, but am already dreading time to come back to the realities of every day life.
When I get to my parents' house, I revert. I think most of us do. It's an odd thing when you're the mother of 4 to suddenly feel 16 again. I have a nearly undeniable urge to leave my children entirely in the care of their Grammy & Pa and head out to sit in a Baptist church parking lot until 11 at night.
The coming weekend will be too full to afford me any of those luxuries, but I am very much looking forward to time in my mother's freshly re-done house, laughing hysterically with Art, playing with HT, and watching my FarmHands be mothered by Grandmothers, Great-grandmothers, and a plethora of aunts.
Oh, and did I mention I'm getting a new sister on Saturday? This will be good.