Homeward Bound

It's finally time ladies and gentlemen. I'm headed home...or at least I should be headed home, this afternoon. The weather is not cooperating, but I'm still hopeful. A dust storm rolled in yesterday, and it's still lingering. It got better late in the day yesterday only to reemerge stronger than ever this morning. I'm hopeful it will clear again by evening. It will take me several days to get from here to there, but that's ok...at least the plane is heading in the right direction.

It's been an eventful year...some good, some bad, but I've learned a lot...mostly about myself. I'm stronger than I thought, but not complete without family. I've learned that people have an amazing capacity to find laughter, even in the most trying of circumstances. I've learned that just by being myself I earn respect from my peers.

I'm so glad to be going home...no...not glad really; that's far too bland a word...I'm giddy like a school girl (and a little frustrated that my flight has been delayed 3 times already)...I can't wait to see my kids, and I'm beside myself waiting to be in my husband's arms. It almost doesn't feel real...like any second someone will come along and wake me up to tell me I'm late for work, and there's still 6 months to go...

A year is an awfully long time to be away from home...from family...in many ways it feels like an eternity since I slept in my own bed. But also in some ways it feels like the blink of an eye...unfortunately, in this blink of an eye my oldest son has grown 3 or four inches...and I don't even want to think about how much the youngest has grown. It's time. It's time to go home and celebrate as my baby girl becomes a teen, and my oldest learns to drive. I've missed so much of their lives...it's definitely time to go home.