|Heading up to Flagstaff, AZ|
As nervous as I still get at times thinking about details that need to be sorted out, I still know deep down in my heart that this was the best possible thing we could do for our family at this point and time. It wasn’t like it was “necessary” because Mr. was transferred to another state because of his job, it was something we wanted to do.
And now I feel as if my soul is at rest.
I am “home”.
No matter where we finally settle.
As we were driving back east, I often found myself wishing that my mother were still alive and that our moving back east would be for her benefit as well.
As we drove into New Hampshire, the tears started to flow. Our eldest was driving and this song that I haven’t heard in years, released soon after my mother died, came on the radio.
Being back, so many things remind me of her.
A day or so after we moved into the rental, I saw a very familiar pewter duck.
And it literally took my breath away.
I grew up with a duck exactly like this.
I used to think it was ugly, but it brings back so many memories.
As does being back here in New England.
It’s all good.
I give you BIG baking hugs and muffins!!