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Papa is Home (31/60)

Sunlight through the trees lining the road to my beach . . .

I did not, in fact, start to write anything today. 

I woke up groggy and disorientated (why does this happen?) and was slow to start my day which involved some very lazy yoga and a lot of sweating (89 with 91% humidity on the porch).  Then late breakfast/lunch.  While I was sitting at the table on the porch reading Night Circus, the humidity and heat made me super dozy and I found myself literally nodding off.  I quickly napped before I had the 5 1/2 hour round trip to pick up my Papa from Orlando.

I made it there and back safe and sound and honestly, driving on 95 from Stuart to Orlando is a smooth straight ride.  Heaven bless controversial TED talks (they get me going) for keeping me awake!  Not to mention a great visit hearing all about my dads travels in Panama on the way back.  So proud of him and that team for building literally a life saving bridge for those beautiful people.  He's ready to go back and build another one.  I will not be surprised if he does.

My sweet Mama, oh, she was so so excited for him to come home.  We changed sheets and cleaned and she gave me lists of things he liked to eat and do.  I love to see how happy they are together.  And my Mama seemed to literally light up and have her old spark back.  These two are meant to be together.  What a beautiful thing to witness.  I think this is the longest they've ever been apart.

And now . . . after going for a stretchy walk, I am tucking myself into bed.  Wheph.  It's been a week.  Lots of fun, lots of worry, lots of sweating, lots of biking and walking and time to think.  I am so glad I'm here and I get another two days with them.  I'm so lucky I have these kind good parents to call mine.

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