My Humboldt Home

I made a trek today. Flying for the first time with Jack. By myself. I was nervous. But we made it and we are at grandpa Ric and grandma Mary's house! No major meltdowns. Phew. I don't even want to think about the fight back next week. I'll get anxious again.

We drove from Medford, where we flew in, down to the coast. We hit Crescent City then through my favorite stretch of highway weaving around the most beautiful trees on earth. They reach up and disappear into the fog. Moss grows on everything. The moisture in the air comes through the vents of the car and you can smell home before you're even out of the car.

Then the ocean. Oh the ocean. The bluffs jet out of the waves and also disappear into the low hanging fog. Streams of sunlight peek through the clouds and shine off the long drawn out waves. The beach goes on forever. Rocks and driftwood liter the sand. Oh how I respect the ocean and its power. But I admire and love its majestic beauty.

I am glad to be home. No matter where I go in my life, this is always home.

Colin and I kneeled down to say our evening prayers. I started praying and got two sentences in when Colin started laughing uncontrollably. I had to cut the prayer short cuz neither of us could focus. I asked, "why are you laughing so hard?" He could barely tell me but finally got out, "I just had a flash of jack wearing his little gym shorts. He just looked so cute in them with his little bum and his big head." He had completely lost it. I, of course, joined in his hysteria partly because I couldn't believe what had made him laugh and partly because jack does look pretty ridiculously cute in those gym shorts.

I love moments like this. We talk, laugh about, and think about Jack every waking moment. Everything we do is for him. We love being parents.