Nate and the kids were each holding a sign up with my name as I walked down the stairs at the airport. I was halfway down and Indie booked it up those stairs to hug me…Greyley and Nate followed to do the same and it was a sweet reunion. It feels like I’ve been gone a long time. I’ve lived a lifetime in a week and so have they. The kids have matured at least five years, I’m pretty sure of it.
Leaving my parents was really hard. My dad was a lot better than he was when he first got home from the hospital. He was feeling so bad the first afternoon at home, I knew I had to stay a little longer. The extra day helped…it gave me peace of mind.
My brother and sister-in-law got into Arkansas late last night and that also gave me peace of mind, knowing they would be there for my parents.
It’s always hard for me to bounce back, coming out of a traumatic situation. I should be over the moon, elated that everything went well and so thankful for life and health. And I am. But I’m having a hard time shaking the severity of the situation too…it was SO scary and it’s hard for me to just snap back into Miss Jolly now that we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’m working on it, though. Another day with my excited kids just might do the trick.