I suppose that could be a matter of opinion; after several extended visits here, Washington is starting to feel a bit like home to him, as well. So, maybe "returning to our roots" is a better expression. It's a tricky thing, having your heart in two places at once; being "here" often means wishing I was "there," wherever "here" happens to be at the moment. But there's a certain comfort in always knowing you're going home, no matter the direction in which the plane is heading.
We gathered at the brothers' house last night to spend the evening with Dad, and drown our sorrows in (more) sushi and poke. And portugese sausage and rice. And chocolate chip cookies. (It's hard to be sorrowful after chocolate chip cookies.)
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| They love their Papa... |
It will be an adjustment, not having him around for a few months, but I'm definitely getting warm fuzzies picturing the moment he and my nieces lay eyes on each other; there will be lots of running, and hugging, and soulful looks from Kawena as she absorbs the fact that her papa is really home. :) *Happy tears*
Happy Thursday (again)!
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We are so lucky to have Papa again! :) Wish we were ALL together. <3
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