I've been visiting my parents for over a week now. It's been good for my soul. Located out here on the the flat plains of Lubbock Texas, it's just me and them and 400 relatives.
I like it. My dad is an only child, but my mother...
One of TWELVE. Yes, you read it right. Her mama had 12 kids, and they all had kids, and all those kids had kids, and those...well, you get it.
Too bad this was before reality TV. My grandma would've loved to have been the star of 'Eunice Irene- Mother of 12 of the Prettiest Kids You've ever Seen'
There's nothing like a mother's love.
I've enjoyed seeing many of my long lost cousins, aunts and uncles. We've bar-b-cued, gone to church, talked in our fake accents, participated in a city-wide garage sale, been to a ribbon cutting, and set off a bomb to kill the odors of a rental house.
It's time for me to head home. Back to the green, the hot and muggy 100 degree weather of southern Alabama...I'm starting to glisten just thinking about it.
Lubbock, land of the cotton fields, sand storms, tornadoes, some nice dry weather, and most importantly my people.
In the words of Arnold, "I'll be back."