Friday, November 25, 2011
It is noon at the Cherry house.
I am the only one awake. Harper is napping in her crib. The older girls and their dad are curled up in one tangled ball on the couch.
We woke up this morning at an hour I would have considered nighttime in college to board a plane back to Seattle. We spent last week in Modesto, CA with family.
But today, we were already on our way home. As we landed, we circled the city, the forests, the snow peaked mountains. The sun was as bright as a California day in Seattle.
It was beautiful and I was grateful, but also sad. That we can't feel the fresh cold air of Seattle snow and also the warmth of a California winter. That we can't gather family and friends (scattered all around the world) in our little white bungalow. That we can't have the life we have here and also the life we had in California.
And, I guess the point is, I'm grateful. For what we had and what we have. The places we've lived, the people we love. All of it. God is good.