In flight

They're somewhere over the Atlantic or Greenland just now. Not quite home, but far from here. There are little reminders all through the house that they were here - the Welcome Nana and Scott sign on the chalkboard, the mostly eaten bag of Christmas cookies, the coffee table in its nighttime-making-room-for-the-sofabed position, the pile of one pound coins, the misplaced hairspray and abandoned cups of coffee - all signs that will disappear so quickly as the house is put in order again.

There's a fine line between them being here and being away. This morning I woke up and they were here. It's almost too much for the mind to grasp to realize the distance between us now when their visit felt more like the status quo. No matter how hard we hold on, dragging our feet, and savoring the moments, time pulls us forward. These are days the pond really feels like the ocean it is.

I'll be posting the entries to fill-in the gaps soon. Maybe not so important for following the journey that now can be told in person, but it will be a good excercise for my memory and theirs and a lovely reminder of a priceless visit. Thanks for visiting Scott and Mom!