It was a holiday weekend that felt normal for once. We visited my hometown for the first time in a whole year — the longest I’ve ever been away. (I think the previous record was 9 months, when we lived in New York. The difference is, though, that my parents visited us several times in Columbus over the last year, but we had no visits during those 9 months in Brooklyn.)
My nephew’s sixth birthday party was Saturday — which also happened to be my dad’s birthday — and then my sister and her family held their annual holiday party. It was a beautiful day and evening, particularly since it didn’t get crazy hot til the next day. I actually could have used a jacket!
The next day we visited a splash pad for the kids, and my dad took us all on trips on his new gator. He and a neighbor have carved out pathways in the land they own, outlining the cornfields, abutting the river and traipsing through the woods. Maybe a mile or more of trails? I don’t really know, but it seemed pretty extensive. It was fun, and I saw parts of the woods I hadn’t visited in years, maybe decades — or maybe ever.
We came home today, after a lazy day of visiting. The kids were exhausted from the late nights, but boy was it nice to see some extended family this weekend after so many months apart.
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