This morning it occurred to me, as I observed my daughter at the airport security check point, that this is the third time this year we have traveled by airplane with the kids. I was thinking of this because Ruthie walked right up to the x-ray machine, took her shoes off, and put them in a bucket to be sent through – no direction needed.
Not every kid knows what to do when at an airport security check point, but apparently mine do. I guess it’s the natural consequence of living far away from grandparents.
I think Bryan’s dad has in mind that we should stay here forever, which is exactly what Thomas and Ruthie keep asking. He and his wife, Marilyn, set up their pull-behind camper next to the house, fully hooked it up, and stocked it with wine, beer, and a bunch of other stuff I didn’t notice after I saw the wine. It’s even decorated for Christmas with lights on the outside, a tiny Christmas tree, and stockings with our names on them.
And to boot, there is a brand new swing set in the yard and, like, an acre of land to be explored.
Ruthie keeps asking, “Is this our new house?” and “Can we stay here forever?”
To which I say, “As long as the wifi reaches out to the camper and the wine continues to flow, I just might consider it.”