I’ve been home all week, daily reminding my father why he was so glad to walk me down the aisle and turn me over to someone else to pester with all my stuff I’ve strewn across the house to love.
It’s been good for my soul.
I have a great family. I’m the youngest of four children and the only girl, and I adore my brothers and my parents. We’re close, but also highly respectful of each other’s independence.
And we are fiercely independent.
Every last one.
I come home once a year to get my tank refilled.
I come home to a daddy that cleans my car inside and out, who checks my tires for tread, and tells me how proud he is of me.
I come home to a mom who fusses around the kitchen and does the laundry and goes shopping with me and just calms me by her mere presence.
I come home to brothers who hung the moon and are brilliant and capable and great dads and who still treat me like their punk little sister, and I come away feeling so loved and special to this group of men who have looked out for me every single day of my life.
It’s been a week of highs, flying above the plains of Oklahoma in Uncle Steve’s airplane and running around Uncle Paul’s property on 4-wheelers. (Uncle Jonathan joins us this weekend for a huge family birthday celebration.)
The following picture is of Uncle Steve’s airstrip.
It also doubles as a hayfield.
When it’s time to fly, he just raises up the side of his house and pushes the airplane out with his 4-wheeler.
It was the highlight of the boys’ week.
Our highlights have been marred only by what will hereafter be referred to as the Great OU Incident in which the boys most likely ruined their chance of ever getting accepted into the illustrious state school due to a slight mishap related to an ill-placed display of wind chimes in the Noble Museum of Natural History.
Oh well, we’re Razorback fans anyway.
We still have lots on the agenda before heading out for the driving-until-we-can’t-see-straight portion of our vacation but I’m having so much fun just sitting at my mother’s table that I may just hibernate until it’s time to leave.
Have a nice day.