I was planning to blog about our trip to New York soon after we returned, but as you can see, I had good intentions. You have to give me that. *smile* Please don't get confused when I say "home". I have two homes, really. I have my New York home, where my family lives, in the beautiful land of sparkling lakes, rolling hills, sprawling vineyards, and everything that feels right and familiar. I also have my Manitoba home, which consists of a small, but cozy house that I share with the man I love. I do not feel that Manitoba is truly home yet, but as for our little house, that also feels like home.
It might sound a little complicated, but I'll try to explain this clearly. I caught a ride to New York without my husband, and his plan was to join me a few days later. He took me to Dryden to meet up with my older brother, who was my ride to Ohio, where he lives. I kissed my sweet man goodbye, and we drove through the night (and also through some nasty weather) to my brother's house. He drove me an hour south to meet one of my sister friends, with whom I planned to spend a day with. Mom and my sister traveled to Ohio to pick me up and bring me back to New York where I would spend a few days with them before my husband flew in to join me.
It was the first time I was away from my husband for more than one night. It was hard, and I hope we don't have to do that very often. But sometimes, when you live so far away from your family, and your husband has to work, then you just have to do what you have to do.
I told you she is an amazing cook! This was breakfast on Monday morning: flax pancakes with cream cheese whip and raspberry syrup, breakfast sausage, and scrambled eggs with cheese. Oh, and pour-over coffee. Lots of it. So scrumptious!
And then it was the trip back to Manitoba, where the snow was mostly melted, and it was considerably warmer than when we left. What a refreshing thing to come back to! Oh, and it was pretty fun to fly again. You know, in airplanes. That kind of flying. That is definitely our preferred mode of travel. I wish our bank account would agree with that statement. Just kidding--sort of. *smile* I'm so thankful for the way that God worked it out that we could take this trip.
May the rest of your weekend be blessed!