Phew.  That was a pretty long blogging break for me.  Please wipe your tears, pick yourself off the floor, and forge ahead- now that the blog is alive we can all be happy.

Or something.

Anyhoo:  The 10 days I had planned on being away turned into 15 due to RAIN, rain and more rain. 

15 days away from home.

15 days without my kids.

15 days of life on the road.

There were highs, and there were lows. There were times I missed my kids so much I would have walked home if I could have. There were other times that because there were no kids hanging onto my body, I suddenly realized I was having clear, deep, uninterrupted thought.

So foreign.

So very, very foreign. I had gotten used to being a bumbling idiot.

Really, to you mothers out there- there REALLY is truth to the idea that being a mom kind of makes you dumber. Temporarily, of course.

How can we even think a complete thought when we are juggling 4,576 things in our minds while tiny bony bodies are compressing your body parts together at the very  same time their tiny loud mouths are simulaneously slobbering and singing right into your ear?


Before this long, 15 day trip without kids, I was pretty sure I was an imbecile. But no- I have these days of clarity to look back on now. Those days and days of pondering deep thoughts, the meaning of life, reacquainting myself with brain waves.

It was good.... but you know what was better? 

Coming home to my two little beans, who tackled and kissed and hugged (and groped and slobbered) me right to the floor.  Hugging them for 2o minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes straight...

Being loved by a kid (even two!) is heaven's best gift.

And I shall NEVER separate myself from my two best gifts for AS LONG AS I LIVE.

The end.

Wait, I have to tell you another thing.  I asked my Eve to pick me up from the airport. She surprised me and brought my gals with her. So when I came 'round the bend toward the baggage claim, I suddenly heard screams and loud raucous yellings and looked up to see my gals there, each holding the letters of "welcome back WENDY".... 'cept there was one gal too few to hold the Y of my name, so they recruited who we now so lovingly refer to as: That One Old Guy Who Was Confused.

Eve said to him, "Here she comes, hold this sign!"

And he did.

Very awkwardly.

And we are all still laughing about it.  :)

It's good to be home, people.  It's good to be home.

From a rainy day orchard session in Provo, UT.

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