My freshman year of high school my family moved to Fairfax, Virginia for one year. It was a job opportunity for my dad that we knew was temporary so my parents drug us all across the country. Now they have only themselves to blame for their children’s itch to live somewhere besides Boise.
I’ve been back many times since to visit old friends, or family members. It seems at any given point one of my siblings lives in the Washington D.C. area. (Along with Las Vegas and Provo. One or more of us can be found there as well at any given time.)
Richard has never been to our country’s capital. Even Cameron beat him there. We’ve talked about it occasionally but sometime last fall a football game was announced. BSU vs. Virginia Tech in the Washington D.C. area. He was sold. Frequent flyer miles and a free place to stay (with family members) clinched the deal. We booked our flights as soon as the date of the game was solidified.
Our trip is two days away and for the life of me I can’t figure out what I was thinking. Why did I think it was a good idea to leave my nine-month old baby, my “mama’s-boy” three year old and a five year old who has only one week of kindergarten under his belt? For eight days.
Words of affirmation and my love language. They are more than that. I need them like I need water and sleep. I need them right now. Keep your disapproving remarks to yourself. I’ve come up with enough of my own.