I need to get home because I need my Momma & my sissy needs me. My sister, Summer, is making me an Aunt again. Little Morgan Claire is expected to arrive anytime before November 15th. The stress of possibly not being there for her arrival has been making me batty for weeks. It's Summer's job to have the babies & my job is to take care of them all night while she recovers. I've only been able to do it once, but it's my favorite job in the world.
Last night, I searched the internet for hours looking for a plane ticket home. A plane ticket with a price tag that wouldn't force me to sell every organ that I don't use daily. This has been my ritual every night for the last 7 days, searching and searching until I fall asleep. This morning I woke up to a phone call from my sister telling me that my plane ticket was being taken care of.
Summer & my Mom work for one of the most generous men in the world. Without my asking, Isaac has done so much for me just out of the kindness of his ginormous heart. Things I could never thank him enough for. He's helped me shop for tires, gave me a part time job when I needed flexible hours, forced my Momma onto a plane to come visit me, taken me to lunch for my birthday and now he's making sure I'm home for the new baby.
In the last 10ish years he's done alot of fatherly stuff. So much that, if he doesn't step up his game, my own Pops might find himself on the "Daddy's for adoption" line. There's no way I could ever repay Isaac for all that he's done for me, nor do I think he expects it.
When I get home in 13 days, right after I squeeze my Momma & sissy, I'm gonna hug his neck so tight that he's gonna need a chiropractor. I may even drive him there, that's what any good pretend daughter would do for her pretend Daddy.
I'm a lucky girl and I'm so thankful everyday for the people in my life.
