Newel and I changed guard barely missing each other as he headed for the airport. I'd been holding together twenty some odd teenage girls. He'd been holding together the house, four little children and a forest fire creeping ever closer to our home.
As he was making his way toward Switzerland, I returned home to find all in order with happy children awaiting my return and the fire crisis abated.
"How was your time with Dad?" I asked Grant as I dropped suit cases in the front hall. Whizzing past me to the outside world with barely a glance, he called over his shoulder ... "It was great! And ... No one got hurt!!"
Thank heavens. On all accounts ;)
And thank heavens for a man who could hold it all together long enough for me to fulfill my responsibilities at the camp.
Sunday was quiet without a dad to celebrate. Still, I called my own. We talked of my Grandmother. He didn't gloss the situation. Facing open heart surgery on Friday at age ninety. Not great.
I've since been throwing things back in suitcases readying to make a B-line across the country tomorrow morning, in hopes of a little time with her beforehand.
Part of the preparations to go required the farming out of Cali's kittens. Handing off little furry bundles of happiness to eager hands in front of our local grocery store, was agreeable. Coming home to Cali's mournful cries and frantic searchings in every nook and cranny ... not so much.
There's been very little sleep and I think I'm still on that emotional roller coaster ride.
Today my beautifully poetic sister sent a father's day tribute to the entire family via email.
It had me on tearful brink all day.
And because I whirl-winded right past Father's day, it was too good not to share.
I hope your week was and is fantastic and your Father's day was full of gratitude for the men of your life and the strength I hope they bring to it.
Can't wait to meet up with both my father and the father of my children this coming weekend.