I am flying home to Oklahoma tomorrow morning. I hate flying. No wait, I HATE flying. There, that is much more accurate. I love traveling and really want to see the world. I have some of the best friends ever in Holland and my family lives in Switzerland and Spain. I really, really, really want to go to Europe to see everyone except for one thing. I HATE flying! If I stress over a little flight like Florida to Oklahoma, then how am I ever going to get to Europe? How did I get off on this subject anyway?
So, I am going to be home early tomorrow evening. Home, where my best friend in the whole world will be waiting for me, along with all my silly critters that love me because I love them. Well, that and because I stuff my barn jacket pockets full of carrots and treats. I am so happy to think of seeing my girls and other grandbabies who live nearby in Oklahoma. I love home.
I have had the best time with Amy and the kids. I am getting a bit verklemped just thinking about leaving them tomorrow. Have I made it clear how very blessed I am to have such a fine daughter-in-law? Well, I am. I love this girl so much my heart aches thinking of not being with her. I am so proud of the fine little family she and my son have created together. Life is good ... but I HATE flying!
I might need a valium. Talk amongst yourselves ...