A Rock Home Companion

I have the dust from Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, and Alabama still coated on my van. I blew through these states as fast as I could without getting a ticket so I could get back to Seth. I drove straight through, stopping to make sippy cups and push play on the dvd player. Some chicken McNuggets made us sick as dogs, and we just kept going.

I had to see Seth. It’s harder now than ever to stay away. He grew a beard. I love his beard. He went camping with friends and fished. He ate elk steaks.

I spent a week with my sister and all our five boys. We ate pintos. We added ChowChow. It was all good. I saw my aunt, who has been all ears for everything ever slipped from my lips. She’s so good. She’s sick, and it kills us all, the thought of her having pain – though, for now, she’s without pain, so the gathering up around her was beautiful.

Going home to family is never what’s it’s cracked up to be, never what my memory says it will be, but there are always surprises. There’s always more than what I expected.

  • My 6 month old nephew has sumo thighs, and I squished on them until he could have hated me, but he didn’t. He just laughed through his squinty moon eyes.
  • We got a little tummy virus.
  • Jude broke a rotten killdeer egg all over his favorite Star Wars shirt, and I had to wash skanky yolk off of his lips and out of his hair.
  • My Mama is more beautiful on the inside than I remember her being since I was a small child. I really love her.
  • Isaac caught and kept a lizard.
  • My sister outdid her usual funny when she stood up and danced at 9 o’clock PM as King of the Hill came on. She can really move.
  • God was near. Is.

It was a great trip, but I’m so glad to be with my family here, my Seth. The Rock Home smells like garlic butter and man clothes. It smells like a washed dog. Honeysuckle chokes this whole place. It smells so good.

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Reply May 24, 2010

So glad you had a good trip, and glad you're home. Would love to catch up soon!

Reply May 24, 2010

I'm so glad you are back. I've missed. And my blog has been down for over 24 hours. I hope it comes back soon. Glad you did.

Reply May 24, 2010

missed you!!
glad you are home safe and sound

Reply May 24, 2010

Who's the hottie with the fishing pole? ;)

Reply May 24, 2010

Shoot! I posted another thing that wasn't finished. Shoot shoot shoot.

Sorry if you read it and then I snatched it away. Booo me.

Reply May 24, 2010

Miss you.

Reply May 24, 2010

Ummm... I was trying to send you a coded message, but the code executed. So I guess I'll leave it to your readers to try and figure out what I'm saying... wink, wink.

Kelly Langner Sauer
Reply May 24, 2010

I got stuck at home away from P a couple of weeks ago, drove back with two squalling kiddos, came home to his arms. feeling this with you!

Lisa @ Crazy Adventures in Parenting
Reply May 24, 2010

I've missed you (and I'll continue to miss you until I see your smiling face in front of me once more). <3

the scooper
Reply May 24, 2010

Glad you're back. As always, you say everything so real and so well. {I am all about some pintos too.}

Reply May 29, 2010

Beautiful words as always! But what's a killdeer egg? Everyone else seems to know! :)

Lisa-Jo @thegypsymama
Reply June 4, 2010

Your words sing - blue grass, or jazz, or that kind of country music where they pick at fiddles and harmonicas. Maybe it's another kind of music. Maybe we each hear a different tune. But, I bet we all want to dance when it's done.

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