The drive wasn't too bad. My mom talked to me on the phone quite a bit, which helped because for a while I was hallucinating and seeing mysterious shapes on the highway. Never a good sign. But I made it, and got to see Isabel!
She is so grown-up compared to how she was when she left in December. So many little (and big) changes...it's strange. At first I barely recognized the (much) taller and articulate little girl talking to me...but then she started laughing...if you've ever seen Isabel laugh, you'd recognize her anywhere. She just grins and all of her teeth show...hilarious!
Giggly girl on her 3rd birthday
According to Susan (Jon's mom) Audrey has been having a really rough time. Hmmm...funny, because although she doesn't sleep through the night, behavior-wise she's never been better. I don't know what's going on over there, but I think it's not so much that she's having a rough time and it's more that THEY'RE having to actually take care of her. A slight, but important, difference.
Whatever. Jon wanted to see her and spend time with her. He's had months to figure out who was going to watch her this week...guess he forgot to tell me that I was going to be the one watching her. Normally, I wouldn't care, but I actually have plans on Thursday night with my sister in Fishers. So, I told him if he wants to bring the girls to Kokomo (about halfway) on Friday, I would watch them...but I haven't heard from him, so who know what is going on.
I just know that it's been great to get to see my friends, it's been great to have Isabel back, and it's going to be great to see my sister in a couple days. The best will be going home, though. As weird as it may seem, Rochester doesn't seem like home anymore. I lived here for almost 18 years...but aside from my friends, I don't feel connected. Home is where I'm happy and where I belong. Home is where there is love and peace. Home is truely where the heart is. Home is with my girls and Pete.
My heart just turned to absolute mush and I almost lost a tear there for a second....
ReplyDeleteToo bad I'm reading this at the front counter - no tears here.
Does it mean I love you any less?
Hell no.