As much as I love the anonymity of the road, it feels so good to pull into a familiar driveway knowing that family are eagerly awaiting us. Our visit with Uncle Lonny and Aunt Kathy was a time of rest and encouragement. It was a time of storytelling around dinner tables and fires. Words of comfort and healing and faith, always accompanied by lots of laughter.
There were lots of firsts. It was the first time they had met Eli. I finally caught some fireflies. We met some more family members. I rode a mower around their land. We were served mac and cheese the way grandmas used to make it. And Eli experienced his first Smore, which he loved…he is his mother’s son.
We’ll miss them so much.