Thao, one of our summer house guests, had no problem driving 120 miles round trip to pick up our 74 thousand pounds of luggage, and us, at the Austin airport at midnight. We're dragged everything into the house, dropping most of it inside the doorway to deal with later...and were safely entrenched at home by 1:30 this morning.
Needless to say we don't have a lot of energy today.
But we're home.
Another family vacation survived...and savored.
I have some thoughts I'll no doubt share in the days ahead, but today I need to try to snap back into some type of schedule, which basically means, pay bills, eat something and then go back to bed so I can go to work in the morning.
The house we stayed at in Lakeside, Ohio was built many years ago and has gone through a number of incarnations, but atop a cabinet in one of the rooms is an old photo of what I assume are members of the original family who came to the home each summer.
In the photo below (which you absolutely have to click on to enlarge and appreciate) you'll see a porch behind the folks in the center of the image. That's the same porch our family is standing on in the photo immediately below the other.
However I can recognize more than the home.
I recognize a feeling...a love...and a faith in God, which has been shared by two families...separated by slightly less than a century...and enduring to this day.
