Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Be It Ever So Humble...

Mayberry was very good to us this past week. The children were thoroughly spoiled by their grandparents (late night television viewing, daily made-to-order breakfast, a visit to our favorite diner where the meal included a cinnamon bun roughly the size of a dinner plate, round-the-clock hugs and kisses, you name it) and we enjoyed the numerous activities that Mayberry has to offer...



Watching the parade with friends...




Carnival rides...




Swimming in the old swimming hole...



Rodeos...

...and golf.

Of course, the kids weren't the only ones who enjoyed the time; I got a chance to run on an entirely new trail. I got to revisit the places of my childhood and to reconnect with the people who helped me to make some of the best memories of that childhood. I also got to get my drunk on with The Girls and that is a treat that can never be underrated.





Oh, and there were cowboys. Cute cowboys.



But, all good things must come to an end and our trip was no exception. Plus, there was a certain someone at home who was looking forward to our return which, is why, when the kids and I got home yesterday evening, Hugh greeted us at the door with dinner on the stove. He also had seven days of beard growth on his face so, either he missed us terribly or our presence is solely responsible for keeping him on a routine of daily hygiene. The spaghetti was good, though.

And, as much fun as we had at my home in Mayberry, I would be lying if I said that it wasn't good to be back at this home. Also, how lucky am I to have two places that I can call home? Pretty lucky, indeed.

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