Well, we're home. We've been here a good 18 hours, and I'm home for almost three days before I hop on a plane, actually two, and fly to Texas for a week. With Sarah, her three children, their three car seats, a jogging stroller, all their luggage that will be shoved into my biggest suitcase because they up and went and changed the luggage rules while Sarah and the kiddos were here. And yes, I am twitching just a little bit at the thought of it all.

So my suitcase is on the bedroom floor. At 1:00 a.m., after staying up too late, with a carton of butter pecan on the desk between us, while Sarah and I chatted, I went to bed and got almost six hours of sleep, and so the suitcase still has wet swimsuits and brochures and sea shells and sand and dirty laundry in it. I'm about to dump most of it in the washer, then I'll grab the clean clothes and put some of them back into that same suitcase, leaving room for two little boy's pjs and t-shirts.

Why on earth do we make plans? And don't you just know God belly-laughs at us for doing so? I'd planned to come home, slowly easy back into life around here, and instead I'm getting ready to leave for a week in Texas.

Texas this time of year - I do believe the Blue bonnets may be blooming, and if I am about to embark on an impromptu trip down south, at Thank You Sarah and Chris, at least it's not August and over 100 degrees.

Oh yeah, and I'm meeting with the realtor at the lake to look at a house he thinks may be just perfect for us. We're planning to move NEXT summer, but then again, about making plans.....

I'll be back to give away those books, show you fun, fun beach photos, and give you the scoop on this upcoming trip too.

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