Its 330 am, not much sleep has come. We raise out of bed to 11 degrees to prepare to go to the airport. With a 6am flight looming ahead, our hearts are happy but our bodies feel the dread. With a week so full of fun and joy, the sorrow set in as we leave family behind. We will miss the “Mom and Dad” the “Memaw and Papaw” but the memories that were made will bide us for now as we plan and plod for the next family pow wow. Days are short and nights even longer, but me and momma grow ever stronger.

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