This is a Thomas Kincade painting that we have in our house. It's of the Kansas City Plaza during Christmas time. Whenever I stop to really look at it, I choke up. Is it weird that after being gone for three years I still have issues? I am still horribly homesick.
Today I am jumping on a flight to go back to Kansas City. One of my dearest friends is expecting her first baby, and so I am on my way to coo over her properly. I'm looking forward to her photo shoot and to giving her all sorts of unsolicited advice.
Tonight, though, is for catching up with Bridget and Raphael and their sweet boys. We will talk and laugh and reminisce about all our summer nights on their porch - drinking wine and talking about politics, religion, friendships, parenting ...
There are places I need to go: Paper Source (for Lindsay's wedding stuff), Houston's (for spinach dip), Curious Sofa (best shopping on earth - plus I miss Deb), and somewhere to get some new Jay Hawk apparel (proud KU alumni), drive by my old house and look to see how big our trees have gotten, see how my old neighbors are doing, and wish that my friends were not all out of town (what are the chances?! - but they are). I will probably cry when I see my house.
The kids and Wayne are staying home (he's been gone all week - actually, now that I think about it, he has been gone for 4 or 5 weeks from home. I think he is ready to see the kids and sleep in his own bed!)
Have a great weekend.
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