I am home. After a quick trip there and back. We are home. All though I can't complain that much about the there. Because the there was in California with the grand pa pa's and grand ma ma's.
I'm sorry no matter how old you get there is nothing like a hug from mom and dad that puts the world to right. They are the very first ones we ran to with our scraped knees and alligator tears and no matter how old I get it just doesn't seem right not to run to them when life reaches the boiling point.
I read this quote today and thought it expressed my point exactly.
"Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to"
John Ed Pearce
So with December 1st upon us I am resurrecting theSwimmom question and asking a question.
Hu Hu Humm. . . .
What do you miss most about being a kid during the holidays?
I am going to think about this myself for a little bit and get back to you. The one thing I know for sure the holidays are way different as an adult and it just makes me wonder why I spent all that time hurryin to grow up.