Home Again Jiggety Jig

After a grueling overnight flight with a no-sleeping 17 month old we arrived in Providence and promptly hit a wall of heat and humidity that set me back on my heels. Then perfection presented itself.

My brother picked us up at the airport, made sure we were comfy, bought clothes and supplies for Olivia and dropped us off at my Dad and Lynn's house. We hustled down to the shore where Olivia hotfooted it across the sand and into the water with squeals of joy. Someone brought me a vodka and I stood in the waves with my family watching my daughter chase the mild surf and dig in the sand. Home.

We have been here a few days, and except that Aaron isn't with us, there isn't anything that could be improved on. We visit with various family members, eat yummy summer food and play in the ocean and the yard each day. Olivia is in her own Disneyland with more stuff to do than she can fit between sleep cycles.

I had a sense of deja-vu the first day on the beach. There we were looking down the familiar shoreline, not where I grew up exactly, but close enough. I am swinging my daughter in the ocean and realizing I was used to being the laughing kid and not the adult on the other end hanging on going "wheeee!" My daughter has her head thrown back with laughter and I scoop her up to point down the beach at the boats and the gulls. "This is where Mommy is from. This is where we're from."