29 September 2008

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"There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again." -Margaret E. Sangster

I remember the old verse, "Thirty days hath September...", but this September has felt like a lot more than 30 days! We have been all over the place, had quite a few people over our place and now we are home!

The past two weekends we have been in Williamsburg, VA and Myrtle Beach, SC while Tim has conducted a Single Soldier Retreat and a Marriage Retreat. We have logged more miles on our old gray van and added more crumbs to the carseats. We have lost many more hours of sleep, despite the ever present Superbed (we push both hotel room beds together)and eaten more pizza than we could handle. But most importantly we have made some memories we won't soon forget.

It's always exciting to set out on yet another adventure. Exciting that is for the 5 minutes between all the packing and planning and preparing and attempting to settle everyone comfortably, with nary a whine, into the car and the moment someone begins lunging out of their carseat, straining against the straps and reaching wildly for handholds. Then the excitement begins to ebb a teensy bit. Once stomachs are full and tired eyes shut for the briefest of snoozes, a warm Starbucks resting in our hands and the open road before us, the light of anticipation flickers once more. We talk and laugh and dream, remembering early days and less complicated times and we've got quite a blaze going. All too soon the stillness is broken. But with relief we see how much good the nap has done and we play a round of "I Spy" or sing the ABC song merrily together. And so goes the rest of our journey.

Cheerful hours marked by swirling emotions and frequent scampering anywhere but in the right direction. Many attempts to create a magical space out of a simple hotel room with two beds and a window. We make blanket forts, pretend the beds are boats in crocodile infested waters, play marching and follow the leader, explore the hotel inside and out, make friends with most of its inhabitants and make an effort to get a nap in the midst of it all. More than anything else these little trips make us appreciate home. A place where there is room to run, space to grow, where people let you be you. So bring on the trips, especially the glad homecomings to follow.

2 comments:

Deanna @ oneagleswings said...

Ahhhh, roadtrips. I have a love-hate relationship with them...much like you described.

But you're right. There is nothing quite as wonderful as coming home.

By the way...who are the people in that group shot? Is that Tim's family or am I imagining things?

Jennifer said...

Sarah, I love the picture of Adam. He looks like a little rock star! Home really is the sweetest word. Trips are so fun because I love the anticipation and the planning and then the anticipation of coming home!