We spent the weekend in my small town hometown, six adults and nine grandkids, with food and margaritas, and skinned knees and tornado shelters. There's been laughter and vomit and a book finished and church attended.
It's barely been 48 hours.
I tend to get nostalgic and reflective when my plane touches down in the heartland. I hope to spend the week with more family and friends, do a little thrifting, remembering who I was and who I am and how they come together.
I'm here to throw Megan's Spirit-Led Parenting book release party in Oklahoma City next weekend. Come! RSVP!
On a side note, this is why I love facebook: On Friday, a childhood friend posted that she was headed to OKC via airplane. I was also about to board an Oklahoma-bound flight, so I joked under her status that I would see her there. Sweet girl found me at the airport! I hadn't seen her in 15 years.
After I arrived in my hometown, the wife of another childhood friend saw that I was in town and messaged me. We all got together and spent an evening laughing and catching up. There may be some things about the digital age that are scary, but the path for reconnection is not one of them.
Expect possibly weepy and definitely random postings this week. Being in Oklahoma always sends me into emotional territory. When do you think I'll learn to curb this?
