I miss home.
Now that the summer months have officially arrived it is getting harder and harder to not think about El Dorado and everyone there that I love. I find myself logging onto the El Dorado Times website daily. I read about births, deaths, and the big "goings on" that grace the front page.
Things like the new spray park that opened at Graham park. My kids would really dig that. The Fourth of July celebrations and all of the restrictions on fireworks within city limits. Now that makes me think of my uncles. I wonder if they will be obeying those laws now that they are older and "wiser".
I dream of family BBQ's. Watching my uncles and cousins play basketball at my Aunt Lisa's. Chatting with my mom in the kitchen over dinner preparations. Oh, and the occasional interruption by my dad yelling from the living room "TURN TO CHANNEL 8...THIS IS FUNNY!!!" Gut busting laughter shared with my Grandma over her homemade baked macaroni & cheese. Seeing the kids try to out-bear-hug their Papa. Quiet nights listening to locusts while drinking tea on the breeze way. Swimming at the pool (which is much preferred to the lake). Ice cream and fudge bars from Ronda's freezer. Watching my kids chase fireflies after dark. Ashton picking tomatoes off the vine from Ronda's garden. Bob teaching Kayl how to mow the lawn. Turning up the surround sound to watch NASCAR with my folks. The ice cream social, pageant, and community swim that mark the beginning of the weekend long festivities we call the Prairie Port Festival. When the entire town is a buzz with scavenger hunts, mud volleyball, craft fairs, classic car shows, block parties, traveling amusement parks, ball games, and fishing contests.
These are all the little things I hate missing out on. I know El Dorado isn't perfect and the vision in my mind is a bit blurred by my love for the place. But I still appreciate the little things. The things that you find are important after years and years away.
Realistically, I just miss my family. Truth is, no family is perfect, but our imperfections are what bind us together. Love, laughter, and common memories that you hold dear.
These people are mine, my home, and I miss them so desperately.
About Me
- Randi
- I'm married to a fantastic man who drops by for a visit from time to time (no I'm not kidding). We have 6 amazing kids that keep me busier than any one woman should be. I have an inherent fear of boredom....so I do whatever possible to quell any possiblity of it's rising. That being said, I am also an insomniac...which means at times, even my best efforts are quashed. However, that is not to say that I don't try. I am...for all purpses rendered...a "fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants" kind of girl. Some think this an elaborate excuse to procrastinate, when in fact, it is simply my way of staying sane...and perhaps an occasional excuse to procrasinate. I am insanely loyal to my friends and would drop everything in a moments notice for them. I dig partying with a ton of people. The more the better. I'm told I have an insane gift for making people enjoy themselves. Am studing the possiblility of euphoric gasses released through my salivary glands. It's one of many theories I'm looking into. Along with the off chance that I may just simply exude good times all on my own...curious. I love to sing, and do it as often as possible. Been told I can carry a tune...I do try *eh hem*!
4 comments:
Sounds like your trip home couldn't come at a better time. Hope it is all that you dream of.
Oh honey, you make it sound so great! In reality to most people it isn't anything like that BUT to some of us who were raised there and have our hearts there it is heaven. Gramps and I have been to 49 states in the last 19 years and have seen beauty every where but none like home. Can't wait to see you all. Loveya so much.
GW and I were out riding bikes the other night and went down by the pool/band shell. The community band was putting on a concert and the seats were full of fellow ElDoradoans enjoying the "cool" of the evening. I fell in love with home all over again and am very glad I am raising yet another child to love our small American town.
My memories of Prairie Port always include Trissy learning how to spaz like the Tara Mara guys and asking "are they drunk????"
Miss you horribly!
There are not any words to say how I feel!!
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