I can’t wait to hug my parents. And my siblings. And my nephews. And my in-laws. And my grandparents. And my cousins. And my aunts. And my friends. And the family dogs. And Target. Yes, Target.
I will wrap my arms so tightly around the first Target store I see that you will have to pry me away with the jaws of death. I will drop to my knees and kiss the gravel as soon as I reach the parking lot. I will cry tears of joy when I see those Target brand animal crackers in the checkout line. You get the point.
|My heart might burst with excitement!|
All of these wonderful thoughts are getting me through the tiredness, the exhaustion, the stress, and the separation anxiety that plagues me every time I drop my dogs off at the kennel. When I left them there yesterday, I just kept repeating this little mantra to myself: “I get to go to Target. I get to hug Corbin. I get to go to Target. I get to hug Lucas. I get to go to Target. I get to hug Mom. I get to go to Target. I get to hug Dad. I get to go to Target. I get to hug Clint. I get to go to Target. I get to hug Jamie.” You get the point. My pups can sacrifice a little time at doggie day care for mom to get her family/friends/cheap shopping fix.
As you can imagine, I will be quite the busy bee over the next few weeks as I do the tour-de-south trying to visit as many friends and family as possible, and squeezing in a trip to Hogwarts along the way. I promise to post as much as I can without sacrificing any QT with my peeps…or Target. I love y’all and all, but Target and I, we’ve got some major catching up to do. See you Stateside. Woohoo!!!!