I had concerns about
my emotions at arriving home and walking into the house for the first time in
33 days. Would I be missing my mom? This would be my first time coming home
from a vacation and she wouldn’t be here. Would Freyja come running when I
hollered my greeting?
When
I pulled into the yard, Karen and her son, Evan were here tending to Freyja. I
hadn’t been totally specific of when I’d return because I had to make the trip
spontaneous to the last minute. Okay, it was all about the weather at that
point. If I’d run into bad weather, I would have found a hotel for the night.
We
went inside and I called to Freyja. She did not come right away, but as Karen
and I stood talking, kitty showed up looking as if she couldn’t believe it was
me. I called, “Hi, Kitty,” and she ran to me. I scooped her up as tears filled
my eyes. “I missed you so much,” I whispered into her fur.
I
dried my eyes and Karen and I continued catching up. I cannot thank her enough
for watching over things while I was away and to be here when I got home
probably saved me from falling to pieces. Gosh, I’m getting to be an emotional
old git.
After
Karen and Evan left, I did a quick check in to let everyone know I got back
okay. I dragged most everything in from the truck, then crashed on the couch. The
actual unpacking could wait until tomorrow.
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