Home. Sweet Home.
After Joshua Tree we headed to my mom's house which is now on the way to Jordan's parents house. Since we have left in October my mom has moved, Amber has moved, Ian has moved and Lynnette has moved. Four huge parts of our family have re-located. It's like we are coming to everything brand new. It was really great to see my mom, Marty and the kids. I didn't grab any pictures of them, only my sweet nephews that I got to see for a few minutes. No matter how many days, how many travels and adventures you have, there is absolutely nothing like a hug from your parents and siblings. I absolutely loved every minute of the day and half we got to spend with them. It was fun to answer all their questions and further explain our blog stories and hearing about their lives for the past five months!
My sweet Nate. I didn't get to meet him before we left and he's now six months old and oh so handsome! |
Little Levi! Can't believe how articulate he has become in the past six months! |
We left my mom's house Saturday afternoon to make our quick drive to Northern San Diego to see Jordan's family. His dad's birthday was the next day so we had a big birthday dinner that night. It was great for us because we got to see the WHOLE family! After dinner we had some friends and Jordan's brother over for a bon fire by our little shed on the parents property. It was so good to see some of our favorite people and just catch up. We spent all day Sunday, St. Patty's Day, just hanging out with the family and trying to get acclimated to this fast paced Cali lifestyle. We both start work Monday morning!
Lennix is our 4th nephew to be born! He arrived just a week before we got home! |
Jordan's bestest buddy Marley Grace! She was so excited to go on adventures with him! |
Happy Birthday Scott! |
The boys went racing on Sunday to celebrate Scott |
I woke up Monday morning for work. And let me just tell you it was a Monday for sure. I was so scattered brained! I barely made it out the door in time to get to work. I left my pajamas in the middle of the driveway and to be quite honest I forgot to put a bra on before I left. Good thing I had an undershirt. I got to work just in time for my shift when I realized that I had left my nail polish on from the weekend. This was not a good start back to work. I guess the last two months off have not been good for me. Luckily, my boss was kind and had me go grab a bottle of nail polish remover for the store so not only I could use it, but anyone after me who made my rookie mistake! It only took me a few minutes to get back into my coffee-slingin' groove. It was so much fun catching up with all my friends and seeing regulars again. I went on my first ten minute break and checked my cell phone. I had about three missed calls and a text from my dad. "CALL ME ITS AN EMERGENCY." My heart dropped. My dad would never send this unless it really was an emergency. I called my dad twice and no answer. My heart started beating a little faster. I called my husband who had called me that morning. I asked him what was going on. He cleared his throat and the next thing out of his mouth changed me forever. My little 12 year-old step-sister Catrina had died that morning, somehow in her sleep. That is all he knew and that is all he told me. I almost threw up. I told my boss I had to go. I got in the truck and headed straight for my dad's house. No change of clothes, no tooth brush, no husband. My family needed me and I was coming. I called Jordan back and told him where I was going and I didn't know when I would be back. He was very supportive. I drove as fast as the speed limit would allow. My brain was driving faster though. My dad still hadn't called me back. I had no idea what was happening. Was this for real? How could this happen? She was only in Junior High? Why?........ God why is this real? Why my family?
I called Lynnette and the kids and told them to hang on, I was on my way. I still couldn't get a hold of my dad. Please drive faster cars....... I need to see my family.
My hands shook, my heart was beating out of my chest and nausea was all around me. Tears filled my eyes.. and all I could do was utter these words.
"God. I know you are real
I do NOT understand what
is going on. I don't know why
she died. It's not fair.
Give me the words
God.
Let me cover my family
with your love and peace.
Please God......
help us,
we need you now more than
ever.
please God...
I'm begging you
hear my cries"
I drove up that old mountain road, knowing every curve like the back of my hand. I have driven these roads a thousand times. As I pulled into my dad's private narrow road, the road I spent so much of my childhood, the nausea almost overtook me. I came around the corner and it was unreal. There were a dozen or more people standing outside my house. Half of them police officers, the others family. I jumped out of the truck and my dad came running towards me. We met in a hug that explained everything.
Good sweet Lord, this is real.
It took everything I had not to collapse in my dad's arms when Lynnette (my-stepmom) joined our hug. I had to be strong. The tears could come, but I must be strong for them, stay standing.. The next moments were all a blur as I hugged each of my younger siblings, then called all my older siblings to give them the news. The next part was the worst. As everyone had slightly turned around I stood straight, looking at the front door, that's when they took her sweet little body out of our house, in a body bag. Out the front door and up the steps of the very same house I spent so many years at. Nothing will ever prepare you a moment like that.
I spent the next three days with my family. Helping with all the visitors, cooking meals, and hanging out with everyone who stopped by. Thank you Lord that my oldest brother Jon also came up. He is a solid rock in these kinds of situations. And all of my other siblings that were there handled the situation with such grace and I am so proud and thankful for them. Everyone who came by was so sweet and comforting and really gave the family so much love.
That all happened Monday and I left Wednesday night.... back to real life. What does that even mean anymore? My head is in a fog and something funny happens when death occurs..... you re-evaluate everything. The "coming home" (living back in California) adjustment just got a lot harder....
I babysat my little brother and sister so my parents could go out for their anniversary. We dyed Easter eggs and had so much fun |
This is one of my favorite pictures ever. I love these two little munckins so much! |
Our adorable niece Zoe |
The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there. ~George Bernard Shaw |