i have always said they are generous. they’ll open their home to anyone with no advance notice needed. they will drive a van load of kids to school every day. they will give you their last stick of organic butter. they won’t think twice about lending money or bikes or shoes or beds. and they were generous again.
they drove extra hours to visit us at my parents house.
we had about 12 hours of togetherness (imagine the photo of us all sleeping together on the church floor after a rousing game of sardines in the church-just like when i was 11…jen has this one). the kids played outside, made fire, trapped red ants, created dirt pies, watched brady bunch, made promises, took pictures, helped cook, wandered and talked, played playmobil, drank root beer, played tag…
part of my soul was settled to show them my home. my thrift shop. my church. my school. my sidewalks. my curbs.
but how bittersweet.
this was our final goodbye. i cried tears way down from my gut…and they come easily again as i write.
so long, dear ones. travel well. i will watch your house from my front porch.
(and i will still laugh at aaron)