Tales of the Ordinary Days

Day 28 | 30 Days of Writing A little recovery and reflection going on in the back seat Today we have surpassed 3,900 total trip miles and crossed into our 10th and final state of Wyoming. It was a solid ten hours on the road with only one driver behind the wheel for every logged mile. Garrett is our driver. Larry, Zeke, and I are the passengers. Zeke was pretty much wiped from spending the past few days with his energetic doggy cousins. He snuggled in with Grandpa Larry for most of the ten hours on the road. A book or other obstruction on a lap gives him no pause, Zeke just lays right on top of it all. Our overnight stay is in Rock Springs, Wyoming. Over dinner (at Old Chicago, of course), I asked the guys what I should name this blog to describe our day. Garrett immediately said "recovery". When I asked for clarification he added "and a lot of reflection". Larry nodded his head in agreement. We had a long drive to get to our next major destination and ...

A country mile run on mile 2 I have a confession to make. I cried. I cried really hard. The ugly kind where my face scrunched up as I wailed like an inconsolable toddler. It was as Garrett and I sat down to dinner a week ago. My brother, Matt, had left the day before to begin his new life in Arizona. It was a few days before that when my dear friend, Angelique, moved to North Dakota to start the new chapter of her life. The hard realization was setting in that I was just weeks away from Grant moving to Colorado and life never feeling the same to me. My impending empty nest was feeling like an empty heart. So many emotions over so many changes. And although all these changes are good things, great things really, I still cried. "What do I have to be sad about?" I continued to ask myself as I fought the tears away while making dinner. But I didn't win the fight. With my loving, sweet husband sitting across from me at the dinner table and asking  the simple quest...