That Sort of a Day
Today is a cool, over-cast day. The very type of day that reminds me of my family. ::snort:: They all LIVE in the Pacific NW. How did that happen? Anyway - I wonder how my cousins are doing and remember that I need to look up Lori's number and give her a call. I still have Lois and Launny's Christmas card here as Mom didn't have the zip code and the USPS won't deliver it for me. I miss Aunt Gin and keep replaying our last conversation around the pool at Double Tree Inn. I do smile to think of her at peace with Jesus.
I wonder how my oldest brother is. Maybe I should pick up the phone and call. We've not been real good at keeping in touch. I'm glad my baby brother is on Facebook - we seem to do better with Facebook than other forms of communication.
I miss my parents. I miss Mike's parents. The girls are in WA. I miss my Grams and Uncle Bill and they've been in heaven many, many years now. I wonder how Uncle Jim is doing and I remember our last visit with Clara and the jugglers on the street of New Orleans.
Krista called today to suggest that I fly out to Spokane. I wish I could. She said it would be fun to have some "girl time". I think it's that sort of a day. The sort of day when you remember with fondness all those who have blessed your life and wish you could see them all "real quick".
I think the hardest thing, personally, about the military lifestyle is being away from family. Of course, I wouldn't trade the adventures we've had, the ministry we've shared, the people we've met....but I do start to wonder on days like today....what would it be like to have been allowed to stay in one house for years and years....or at least the same town as family? I don't know. I thank God often that he gave us 5 years in Hardin, MT where we were able to live in the same town with my Grams and Uncle Bill. I'll keep remembering those years - the closest I've come to Walton's Mountain - and dreaming of future locations.