3 days in Ohio.
I mean, who's sick of me getting all moony-eyed over Ohio? Raise of hands?
I get it. I'm sorry. It's just that I can't help myself.
Being there made me remember (again) that it's okay if we can't take actual vacations. It's all we need. We walk into that back door to the immediate sensation of being tucked in under a fleecy blanket. I literally get sleepy just thinking about it.
Most relaxing place on earth.
Having said all that, this next part may not make perfect sense.
But my favorite moment was going to dinner (alone!) with Cory.
It was in the 70's so we parked our swagger van on a random side street and walked to the restaurant. ("Restaur-aren't", as Silas would say.)
I made him take a selfie with me, because hello.
And we had actual conversations about important things while we strolled. And, we scoped out all the pretty yards and day-dreamed about the future back-yard of our dreams.
And then there was this. Because, hello.
I can't entirely pinpoint why La Fiesta is my Happy Place. But it has something to do with the salsa. And the fact that anytime I'm there, I'm already in vacation mode. Annnnd...I almost always run into fun people there, because all the fun people know what's what.
Back at the farm....
This was happening.
They walked across the road and roamed around in the same woods I used to tramp through as a kid. They came home covered in mud.
My kiddos couldn't believe I used to play in the woods. Like literally, they didn't believe me.
I'll just put this out there now: I'm not "that" mom. I'm not super fun. I mean, I am, but not like that. You know.
It's an unpopular admission, but I'm sitting here making it.
And on second thought, I'd really like to recant.
Because I lovvvve the outdoors.
If I'm in a hammock, with a book.
Or if I'm picking flowers.
Sidenote: I don't really know how to swim.
I own it.
I blame everyone in my life except myself, because I managed plenty of interesting things on my own, but I couldn't be expected to teach myself to swim. Not when it was so traumatizing to have water up my nose or in my ears.
Besides, my nurse practitioner (yes, she's mine. I called it) recently diagnosed me with "faulty Eustachian tubes". So there. Boom. Vindicated.
Hey, when we meet, let's not start the conversation with, "Oh my gosh! You're so tall!"
I mean, I keep telling you guys.
No one believes the middle child.
File this one away as proof, and let me remind you now, my mom and sister are wonderful and cute and special in their own ways, but they are not Little People. Or vertically challenged at all, really.
They're normal people who don't require any design modifications in the kitchen. They don't even own a step-stool. (Weird, right? The step stool thing?)
I spoke to another fantastic bunch of ladies on Saturday. And I didn't even sob! I didn't have to literally turn my back to the audience and compose myself! I only barefly wept a tiny bit! #success
I loved the day. Loved my friends. Some readers (Holla, Danielle!) drove over from Columbus. They found me and told me this 10 minutes before I took the stage. No pressure, or anything.
I was bowled over. So sweet!
The Oasis ladies put together such a great day. Everything was so pretty, every detail tended to. I saw some of the women who shaped me in my adolescence. And my mom, sister, an aunt and 2 of my cousins were there. So loved! So lucky!
The ladies gave me tons of the left-over food before I left. SCORE! Can't even tell you the excitement.
I crazy-love all these persons.
And although adults usually leave Ohio feeling refreshed with higher-than-normal levels of invigoration, this is what being in Ohio does to the shorties.
She was so tired, she couldn't even close her eyes!
Which reminds me, what's the all-time best love song ever written? Because I heard it on the drive home last night. Do you know? Any guesses?
Bryan Adams. Heaven.
"We were young and wild and free...."
Yes we were, Bryan. Yes we were.
I can't quit your gravel-voice.
There'll never be another.
Title: "I Swear I'm Not An Animal Person"
And on that note, the ball's in your court.
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