Monday, April 18, 2011

Me and my red face go back to the sun


{Day 1, Day 2, (with one sweet neck) Day 3, Day 5}

This morning, I will be boarding a Delta flight back to Phoenix where Mr. Nielson will be there waiting for me {with flowers} and the children sitting like good little monkeys strapped in their seat belts waiting patiently for me in the car.
Even though I haven't been away very long, I still miss my babies
and sleeping with my Mr. Nielson.

I had such a wonderful time in St. Louis.
Dinner with my Dad and driving around the the city with the beautiful dogwood trees.
Just being with him and looking at his mug was a joy.
Of course being with Mother was just as lovely too.
She is my best friend and loves me even if I sleep in late and
make farting noises whenever she bends down...{such a sick Clark thing I assume}
She told me this morning when she finally came to wake me up at 2:00
{IN THE AFTERNOON...I AM NOT A GROWING TEENAGER, mind you}
that she hated to do it. She felt like I was her baby all over again. And I am.
She was worried I overdosed on "Silent Night"-the new herbal sleeping helpers....which some nights I swear they work, and other nights not so- much....
{I have come to the conclusion that it is all in our heads}

I told Mom all about Dr. L. and what Arizona was up too.
We strolled the park behind their home admiring the
beautiful bright red cardinals in the new budded trees.
And, it was her Birthday yesterday.
I kind of felt guilty sleeping in until 2:00 on her special day
{I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT- IT CALLS FOR
THE ABSOLUTE NEED TO TYPE THIS IN ALL CAPS}
I love you Cindy-Mom.

{The ladies in St. Louis-awesome}

The ladies in St. Louis treated me so well. Too well, and I don't deserve it.
They made me lunch after I spoke and even presented me with a Mary Engelbreit poster signed:
To Nie Nie!
I was shocked.
She may or may not read my blog

After Mr.Nielson picks me up with flowers and dozen of my favorite cookies, we are headed up to Saint Johns, Arizona. The place where our airplane crashed. My stomach tightens as I type this. It will be hard to see where my airplane crashed, the tree I looked at while thinking I was dying. The field where I rolled my body out of fire, and saw amazing miracles.
I am nervous, but at least I will be holding Mr. Nielson's hand, and my children will be there with me. I will meet the hero's who saved my life.


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