With the threat of gusty winds in Charleston and the promise
of snow in Indiana, I was able to catch a flight back between all the weather
patterns. It was smooth sailing all the way home. It was another early morning
flight and Abe got me to airport by 6:00 a.m. The drive was nice even dodging
several deer enjoying a highway stroll in the early morning hours. I would
probably be very rich if I had a dollar for every flight I have taken since Abe
graduated from college. First it was Santa Barbara, Portland, Phoenix and now
Charleston. The kids often say I should move close to them; however, I wonder
will Charleston be their final nesting place? I think it is their last big
move. The kids are happy and involved in school and with friends. Holly drives,
has a job and a boyfriend. One of the first columns I ever wrote for KPC was
Abe and Kristin waiting for their baby to be born. Now we are sixteen years
I think I played at least a hundred games of “go fish,”
sang hundreds of songs and read hundreds of stories. The twins are still in the
Paw Patrol mode so that took care of a few afternoons. Abe’s birthday, soccer
on the beach, movies, New Year’s Eve, meeting the boyfriend, well, the list
The last night I was in Charleston, I kept the tears at
bay. The twins were extremely sad I was leaving and wanted me to give a list of
all the things we did. Of course, I went through each day sharing our events
and stories. We had a great time, it was obvious. Faith was quiet for a moment
and then she said, “But I want to do all of that over again!” That opened the
flood gates for me. I cried, as I nodded to her. It wasn’t just the two weeks
with the kids in Charleston. No, it was more than that.
“I want to do all of that over again!” I thought about that
on the flights home, and the drive and when I got home. Faith is right. I want
to do all of that over again. Everything. Each moment of my life. I think most
of you would say yes to some parts of your life. I would like to be a young mom
again on the farm. Did I know much about raising children then…especially
little boys. Did I know anything about the farm? Absolutely not. But I knew
about love, and that got me through.
I want to do all of that over again. I would love to spend
a few days in college as a young student with long dark hair and short skirts
thinking about English classes and weekend dates. I would love to have those early
theatre moments when the stage called to me, and I followed the call not
knowing what I was doing.
I want to do all of that over again. Weddings. Birthdays.
Holidays. Births. I guess maybe even death. I was so honored to be with my dad
when he died. Those moments are still so precious to me.
The Charleston Children have a great grandmother on
Kristin’s side. Edna is 103 years old. I never met her, but we are Facebook
friends which is quite fun. She always loves it when I visit them because I
fill my pages with photos of the children. Edna has had a bout of illness in
which the family gathered to send her off to cross the veil and into heaven.
However, she recovered, and they all went home. Edna makes hats for preemie babies,
and she needed to make two more hats for a set of twins yet to born. Edna has outlived her parents and all
her brothers and sisters of which there were 17 total. If I were to ask her
about doing it all over again, I think she would have some memories and stories
to tell that we have never experienced.
Arriving home, my house is quiet. Abe’s house is noisy and
messy and so full of love. My Christmas tree still stands beautifully in the
corner beckoning me to be calm, be happy, be glad to be home and get back to my
Yes, all is well, but I know in days to come my mind will
wander back to little Faith, “I want to do all of that over again.”