I live in Texas. My parents live in California. I can’t tell you how much it hurts my heart and puts me into mini bouts of depression now and again to realize this fact. I usually see them once a year, and that just doesn’t cut it for me!
Last month I flew back and forth from Texas to California, back again and then again.
I was lucky enough to visit my parents twice!
The 2nd time was a surprise for Mom and Dad! My amazing sister and her husband flew mini queen and I in for the weekend to attend a California coastal camping trip that is kind of a family tradition; one that I haven’t been able to participate in for the last 10 years! (See my week in review)
It was cold, windy and only 2 days, but I’d do it again in a second to be able to see them all! My family always has a way of making you feel like you’ve never left or missed anything. Everything just picks right back up.
I think I feel the separation more and more with every milestone that my minis hit that their grandparents aren’t around to witness. Being such a big daddy’s girl, it hit me hard that this years trip to California was the first time that my Dad got to physically meet and hold Honor, over a full year after she was born!
But the moment they did meet, he was hooked! He’s in trouble with “Queen Bea” as he calls her for her middle name, Beatrice. She’s got him wrapped and knotted around her tiny little finger!
Where’s your family & how often do you get to see them? Don’t ever take it for granted!