One of the hardest things about living 2500 miles away from our family is hearing about what everyone is up to instead of being apart of it. In the past 10 months, I've missed Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, pregnancies, funerals, happy things, sad things, family dinners, weddings, first birthdays, and so much more. Thankfully, there is Facebook and Instagram and cell phones to keep me in touch and up to date on all of our family's happenings.
It's not the same though. I want to be there. I want to rub my sister in law's swollen belly. I want to feast on Christmas desserts and gorge myself on Easter ham at my Nana's house. I want to be apart of the stories, not just hear about them from my mom.
And for the next month, I get to do just that. My mom just landed at LAX and is staying with us for a week before the girls and I head to Tennessee for the rest of the month. I can't wait. I know I only have a month to spend with everyone, but I want to do as much as I can. I plan to cram in as much family time as I possibly can. I get to be apart of the stories of my family's life for a short time and I can't wait.
I miss these guys.