Many memories, home again

It has been some days since I have updated this blog and it would be difficult to give any type of full accounting of those days. I have often wondered at life in general and the fact that each of us has twenty four hours per day, seven days per week and so on, yet we remember so little of the variety of events from any one of those particular days. So many people go through the whole of their lives without any record of the trials, the triumphs or the tedium that fill those hours; millions of moments, tens of thousands of days, perhaps only hundreds of memories.

I said all that to say that the hours were filled with swimming at the river, swimming at the beach, swimming in the neighbors pool, cooing at the faces made by a several days old baby girl, cuddling that same infant, coaching her siblings on how to hold her and eagerly waiting for our next turn to do so. Hours upon hours of funny faces, funny tidbits said by our grandkids, card games, movies, games played on iPhones and the associated squabbling about who got to do what longer than someone else, laughter at meals together, hugs and kisses at nighttime; too much to record, too precious to forget.

One of the more memorable quotes of the trip happened as we were eating dinner at La Hacienda Mexican Restaurant in Milton. It was the very first time Cori had gone out with newborn Savanna. She had her car seat/carrier perched on a tray table next to her chair with a blanket covering her and the car seat. The baby was very quiet through the entire meal so Blake got very suspicious.

He hopped off his chair and ran to the carrier and carefully lifted the cover to peek at his new sister. Cori allowed the inspection but kept a close eye on the littlest big brother. “Is everything okay?” She asked. To which he responded, I was just make suring.”

Yesterday night as the kids tried to go to bed in our recent absence, Blake remarked at how empty the house felt. As I had hugged Cori goodbye Monday evening I remarked that we were leaving her house empty but not necessarily less noisy. I do not think Blake overheard so it was an interesting observation. Cori said that it was nice to have family visiting in your home. Blake remarked that it was “kind of like Heaven.” How sweet is that?

Mama, Victoria and I drove over on Monday night. Since Victoria and I had done the drive to Cori and Nate’s through the night we sort of knew what to expect, but it was new for Mama. It all went well and the timing could not have been better. We hit Dallas at 4:30 a.m. Traffic was very light and we ended up pulling into our driveway at about 5:30. It was a good trip; sad but good.

Mama and I did not sleep too long Tuesday morning; even though I had only slept for about thirty minutes on the trip home. I was anxious to check things out; to see what we had lost or were close to losing tree wise. It turned out that Brittany Wycoff had done a very good job of maintaining things in our absence but I still spent a good portion of the day watering and tending to the trees.

Brittany was a little disappointed that we were back since she was really enjoying her time at the farm.