One of the traditions I have grown up with is going to California every summer to visit my grandparents. Usually, only my little brothers, Joshua and Elijah, and I take the trip while our parents stay home. The boys and I always look forward to our little vacation. However, this year, I was unable to go with the boys on out trip. I was asked by my dad if my feelings would be hurt if the boys went to California without me. My first thought was, "No way! House to myself for 3 weeks! Woot woot!" I figured it was a win-win. And it was. I did enjoy my quiet time to read and the privilege of watching whatever I wanted without brothers harping on me to change the channel. But on the last few days before their return, I am finding myself watching many of the videos we have made and realizing just how much I missed my munchkins. Even though I know I will miss my alone time when they get back, I can't help but smile at the thought of hugging them when they get home. I do know that there will be times in the future when I will want to send them back to California in an instant. But now, I am feeling a sense of longing as a sister for the exploding/ gunshot noises that they make, the random pictures they draw, and the times that they ask me how to make toast. They will be home in a few days, and I will be glad to have them home. It will be good to have my brothers back.
