This Sunday, like most Sundays, I'm feeling pretty homesick. My family lives across the country and although I get to see them 4 or 5 times a year, it's not nearly enough. I'm waiting for the Spring thaw before I make travel plans home again, but with the insane winter this year, it seems like a very long time to wait.
Back home this guy, showing off his first missing tooth, has been pulling at my heartstrings a lot lately. I'd show you the picture of us taken the day he was born 28 years ago but, frankly, I look like a poodle and can't bring myself to scan it into my computer. (Take my word for it, it was a hideously bad perm.)
CS was the first of the new generation in our family-- My nephew, the oldest child of my big sister. I can still remember the excitement and anticipation of his arrival like it was yesterday, which is why it's hard for me to believe he's about to become a father himself. His beautiful wife ES is due in June with their first.
He loved being a big brother when his two sisters were born and I know he'll be a fantastic dad.
I am missing him and my family so much. It's been more than 30 years since I moved away from Ohio to live in the "big city". I used to say I spent the first half of my life trying to get out of our small town, and the second half trying to get back. But the last time I said that, the guy I was speaking to thought I was actually 60-something, NOT 52-- So I make a point of clarifying myself. (*ahem*grrrr*ouch*)
There is something about Sundays that make me melancholy even when I'm surrounded by loved ones-- Maybe it's remembering we always had big family dinners together, maybe it's because Sundays in Los Angeles come with more time to myself to feel how far away we are, or maybe just because-- But Sunday is the toughest homesick day of the week.
Hope you're spending Sunday with your family and friends.
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