I've been catching up at the office, while competing with Amy to share Emily-sitting duties at the house, and working on our vacation pictures. By the way, that's the big disadvantage to having a digital camera. We used to return from vacation and simply toss the rolls of film in a drawer never to be seen again. Now, we have instant photos. I can print them almost immediately and even have them framed and up on the walls in only the amount of time it takes to get to the Dollar Store - to buy the frames.
It takes a lot more effort to come up with excuses for my laziness...mercifully, I'm well practiced.
Actually, I have been pretty good about dealing with our vacation photos, getting many of them up on the web for family members and printing out a few choice ones to hang on walls.
Yet our vacation quite obviously did seem to take more out of us this year.
After a few days to give it thought, I believe I've figured out the biggest factor: it's finally hit home that we've entered a new season of life.
Our children aren't children any longer at all.
They have each moved into seasons all their own...seasons which we can still share, but from a somewhat disquieting distance.
It's not a bad time, but it's a different time.
I suspect it's a time for which we weren't adequately prepared.
In fact, I think the reality of it hit home at the completely wrong time...a time when we were too far away from home.
