omar and i did the crazy, exhausting, and fun yesterday. we hopped a plane up to north carolina, met my parents for lunch, and drove my little civic home again. it’s glad to be home, and omar is glad it is now his.
the whirlwind was full of parents, pit stops, talking, singing, new friends, old friends, and lacking in two little boys who opted to stay with grandparents who promised gardens and cookies and probably staying up too late.
jacksonville, fl marked the halfway point and alina and family were gracious enough to offer us food, bed, and fellowship for the night. a wonderful time that went by a little too quickly.
the rest of the trip involved listening to podcasts about everything from roasted pears and cookbook collections to whether or not “postmodern” is really a description suited only to a few academic disciplines and that indeed we are still quite modern to how the eastern orthodox (in particular armenian) pay more attention to the sense of smell in life and liturgy. and then add to that a lengthy discussion about how/why in the world samson got added to the “hall of faith” in hebrews 11. whew.
but now we are back. and it’s quiet here. perhaps too quiet. the boys are still at their grandparents. omar sauteed up a bunch of greens and we ate by 4-candle firelight. and now to bed. isn’t it amazing how sitting for hours on end makes one exhausted?