Our family decided to spend the week of Thanksgiving in San Francisco this year. This was a break from tradition for us but I find it becoming harder and harder to arrange schedules so that we can all be together for more than just a few hours, lately. I decided that if I whisked everyone away to another city, the odds would be greater. As it was, Angel Daughter Number Two flew up separately on Wednesday and Angel Daughter Number Three had to leave before us on Friday morning to get back to her job on Black Friday. But it all worked out and we got to enjoy some precious time together as our little family of six. I am beginning to feel it. The it that happens when our children get older and start having schedules of their own, plans of their own, lives of their own. And although I understand that this break is a natural part of my job description, I do not know how to do it without resisting. I feel pangs of sadness albeit combined with the joy of knowing that my children are becoming what they were always meant to be. Adults, in spite of my needing them to always be my children. But I am realizing that we take turns, our children and us, balancing back and forth between who needs who more at any given moment, and right now, I suppose it is my turn to yearn.
At twenty-three years old, Angel Daughter Number One is a very good sport about being whisked away. Maybe it is because she has been out of our home for the longest that she understands why being together is so important.
Angel Number Three has become either used to, or very good at, ignoring the camera.
Angel Daughter Number Four was thrilled to discover that the airport gift shop was selling Mexican Jumping Beans. For anyone who has never had the pleasure of owning these little pet pods, they are hard seeds which contain little bugs that live inside of them. When they move around, the little beans jump. Hence the name, Mexican Jumping Beans!
San Francisco post #2, coming soon!