This is our fourth summer in Florida- a number that amazes me. I still don't feel at home here, although I know my way around. I don't feel completely out of place in the supermarket, but I have this suspicion that everyone knows I'm not from here, and they know that they don't know me. That special kind of paranoia belongs to the homesick, and even while I acknowledge its foolishness, I still feel it.
Summers- I may have mentioned this before- are the worst.
It's partly an issue of comfort, or rather, of discomfort. The long summer days are hot and sticky, the bugs are ravenous and abundant, the plants are vindictive with thorns and poison, and the air itself is attempting to decompose your body 37% faster than air in dryer climes.* If there is a spring or pool to soak yourself in, it's fine, pleasant, even, because there are no ticks in the water, and you can usually avoid mosquitoes under the water. To Florida's credit, there are any nu…
They all liked it. How nice it is to see my children loving the grandparents I love so much!
They all liked it. How nice it is to see my children loving the grandparents I love so much!
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My last grandparent died when I was in college, so they never got to meet my litt'luns. Seeing these pictures makes me rejoice that someday, Lord willing, they WILL meet them!