This past weekend was eventful, to say the least. I’ve found that writing helps me through stressful times, and while I didn’t initially intend to share the first part of this story, when I sat down to write the second, it just poured out of me. I’ve broken these into two posts, because, while there are bits and pieces of each within the other, they are such separate stories. This is Part I. I will post the second part over the coming days.
We waited until the last possible minute to leave on Friday, hoping the two packages we were expecting might be delivered. Sean didn’t want my Valentine’s chocolates to melt, sitting on the front porch, with the warmer weather we’d be having over the weekend. I was hoping to take my new shoes with me to Georgia. My mom always likes to see a good pair of shoes. By 4:30, the packages still hadn’t arrived. We’d cleaned the house, run our errands, and done everything else that needed to be done, save for sitting on the couch and twiddling our thumbs. We wanted to hit the road. I wanted to see my mom.
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