Last Friday, on a very fogging morning, ….
I drove to Nashville to pick up daughter No. 2. A banjo clad Mimi coming home for the Thanksgiving holidays.
We arrived back home in the afternoon and spent a wonderful day just hanging out. As dinner time approached we decided to head to Ruby Tuesdays and then onto watch HP7 (Harry Potter 7). We collected all of our things and as I opened the door to leave,there stood "The African Son".
As I hugged this boy an entire story unfolded as he told me about a doctor's visit which culminated in the diagnoses of extreme stress. So from the doctor's office he drove to the Philadelphia airport and got on the first plane home. "Auntie, I'm stressed. I just had to come home." So we threw him in the car for dinner and a movie.
Obed came to our family with a beautiful story. When Obed was five years old, his father Sam was the best man at our wedding. Many Many years later, Sam wanted Obed to leave Cameroon to get a great education. Obed came to us and studied at Maryville College before heading to Howard University where he graduated with a nursing degree. Lately he's been working as an I.C.U. nurse and studying for his MCAT's. Obed will go to medical school soon. For the last 8 or 9 years this boy Obed has served as a great big brother for the three musketeers. He is the next generation in the history between our two families.
This weekend held much joy for us as we visited Zaina
Were given a very big welcome from Bear as he pummeled us with his bone.
At the end of the weekend everyone felt less stressed, happy to be together, and living happily in the moment.
I remember how I use to look forward to heading home for the holidays or a visit with my family. It was a time of complete comfort. Nothing makes me happier than to see my little tribe coming home for the holidays and feeling the comforts of their family, friends, and home.
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