Homesick

I am in a weird place right now. I feel....homesick. But the thing is, I am home. I have been contemplating this for a while, this being homesick thing. Are any of us really home? Where is home? Home is where the heart is, but what if your heart is in a million places? Okay, not a millions, but a few hundred! I have pieces of my heart in Idaho, New Mexico, Utah, and here in California. Although my home is currently here in California, I believe that probably left my heart in New Mexico.

Given all this, it has made me even think more on a spiritual level. I guess home, our true home, would be with our Heavenly Parents. I cannot image the pain our Parents must have been in when They said those last good-byes and gave a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then sent us out the door. They asked for so little from us - keep in touch, be careful, and We will see you when you return. I get so excited when I get a text message from either Garrick or Natalie or when I see their numbers on the caller ID. I love to hear about their days and their lives. I image our Heavenly Father feels the exact same way when we get on our knees and tell him about our day. I can imagine Him beaming just a bit when we truly thank Him for all of our blessings and when we let Him know that are okay and are really trying our best. He is just waiting, as spiritually we all are, for us to return home.

I hope I make it there.

Ouchie

Okay, so, I finally realized the major difference between a man and a woman. LOL. Yesterday, Trent was outside pruning an overgrown bush in the front yard when he comes in and says, very calmly I might add, "Hey, I cut my arm and I think I may need stitches." I get up from work and go look. "Oh yeah," I say to him, "You definitely need stitches." The wound was only about 1/2" long but it was gaping to about 1". You could definitely see the "meat" inside and it was bleeding pretty bad. We talked about it and he decided to drive himself to the doctor's office and get it taken care of.

Okay, now back to my original sentence...oh my heck, if I would have cut my arm I would have been screaming from the top of my lungs, jumping around from the pain, and for sure crying my eyes out. I would have been hopping up and down begging someone to please just cut my whole arm off because I could not stand the pain!!! I certainly would not have driven myself to the doctor, I don't care who had to work or whatever! I would not have fixed dinner for a week and I would have asked for Vicodin for the pain that the three stitches caused. I also would be telling all of my friends so they could feel sorry for me and maybe cook me dinner or buy me a candle or something!! I am pretty sure that I would not have gotten out of bed today and I am pretty sure that my whole arm would be wearing a big ol' bandage!!



Here is a picture of the three stitches on his arm. Youchie!!!