MumJones: Back Home

Am I really on, am I really blogging? I'm not going to try anything bizarre or complicated just simple blogging.

Have had the most difficult time getting to blog so much so that I apologized to the little old lady next to me at the library when the internet stopped and she lost her long email.

"I'm sorry, I tried to blog and everytime I have tried to blog over the last month bizarre things have been happening."

"Ah, I think you might be trying to take too much onto yourself, my dear."

"I don't know about that." I protested before I listed off several failed attempts.

Well, enough of that. We are home. How good it felt. The kids were actually getting gitty as we got closer to home. Just try to imagine Samuel as gitty. Hmmmm.

Came back with our long-term type visas for the U.K. I'm not sure if I saw Andrew dance over to immigration but I definately saw him strutt. Where was that white polyester suit when you need one?

Still processing the trip to America. My feelings and long-lasting impressions are still encircling my head not sure of which formation to land in. God was definately in it. It was full of amazing people. Actually it was almost all roads and people. We hardly ever got the chance to connect with places. We connected with people.

It is a new season for so many. So many new homes and new communities.

I loved seeing Linda peering out from the wee window of the foremost round turret of her own castle in San Francisco.

I loved getting comfortable seeing Jessica's face with us again, in a new continent.

I loved my henna tattoo and meeting Macy who did it for me. Sometimes I imagine it is still there.

I loved picking up Derek and Amy at the airport and seeing their gold chevy rental car was a zippy version of our gold chevy rental van.

I loved eating breakfast with Amy in Las Vegas.

I loved "Abigail's Ceiling" and her song.

I loved seeing Dave walk on his front porch.

Even though I cried, I loved the "Waterloo ballad" the man at the table with us in Dublin sang.

I loved seeing the young, wild, single girls I knew from before as amazing, passionate women and wives and mothers.

I loved watching all our children playing together.

I loved toyland.

So many smiles. So many familiar, loving faces. Floods of faces. Much of the time I felt I was in some sort of alternative reality.

I feel chills running through my body.

Too much emotion for a public library.

Blog more about it later.

Comments

We loved camping and cabin-ing with you, too. It was just enough to want so much more.

Posted by: Joshua Rudd | November 22, 2005 at 04:14 AM

I'lll second that. I loved seeing you see us transition from young, wild single women into caring, passionate mothers and wives. It is very good to have you know both parts of those of us.

Posted by: kristen rudd | November 22, 2005 at 09:24 AM