I've been away from home this week. I'm still away from home actually. In about 30 minutes, we'll be leaving Ft. Collins, Colorado, and making our way to Salt Lake City. Then tomorrow the long drive back to the Family Farm.
Next week I'll tell all the delicious stories of my road trip adventures (which are mainly comprised of eating out at lots of fabulous places and wonderful visits with others).
But today...it's my sweet girlies who are on my mind.
I don't worry too much about my family whenever I'm gone. They manage just fine without me, and I'm a strong proponent of getting some time away to decompress from parenting duties.
But, of course, I still miss them.
Particularly since we were supposed to arrive home today. Which we won't be doing.
Monday it was sunny and high 60s here in FoCo. I wore flip flops. We ate lunch outside. We rolled down the windows in the car.
Tuesday it snowed. And snowed. And snowed some more. My flip flops were a poor shoe choice.
In the midst of all the snowing, a certain interstate that would be taking us across Wyoming shut down. There was another way out of Colorado, but my dad wasn't keen on it. When I talked to Sydney on the phone Tuesday night she said, "You'll be home in two days, Mom!" I was sad to tell her the change in plans. She thought it was crazy that I was stuck in the snow.
Jules evidently has been missing me quite a bit. Particularly when she gets in trouble. Then she really misses me. Funny. Because when Jason was gone she really missed him. Particularly when she got in trouble.
Despite our plans, we didn't start driving home on Wednesday.
We hung out and cleaned my sister's house a little more. We watched the snow melt, although I-80 still didn't open up. We ate dinner at a really good seafood place. It was certainly better than being stuck in an airport, which happened to a lot of folks in Denver.
Meanwhile, my girls enjoyed a beautiful day outside under the watchful eye of Jason's mom.
They jumped on the trampoline. Rode bikes. Maybe even played in the sand pile, one of their favorite activities even though it means some extra work for me on account of sand ending up everywhere--their hair, their pockets, the floors of the house. Sometimes I might even grumble about it a little bit.
But the beauty of getting away for a little while is that you end up missing all sorts of things. You miss the things you knew you were going to miss, and you might even miss the things you didn't think you would miss. Like sand in your pockets.
Or dirty footprints on the floor.
Or vacuuming sand out of curly hair.
I've had a good trip away from home, but I'm ready to be back. I was ready to be back today, but snow happens. So I wait.
If Jules doesn't get in trouble she won't even know I was gone an extra day.
It was a good trip, and it'll be good to be home.