dancing grandmas? definitely home.

I'm lying on my parents' bedroom floor on one of their pillows that probably isn't allowed on the floor sitting on my laptop, listening to Star Wars wreak havoc in the other room. And I told the kids they could eat the Halloween candy in the freezer.

Don't tell my parents.

I forgot how much I love home. I mean, not my family. Thankfully, I won't ever forget how much I love being around them. But Florida? I realized today how much I hate the heat. I've spent my whole life in it, so it's easy to forget about it when I live somewhere else. I got off the plane and was almost disgusted how I could chew on the air outside. So to merge the idea of something that has a lot of things I don't really love with a lot of things that I really love, and realize I could love a sand pit if I had ever called it home, or if I could count on my family being there every time, I would always go back to a rock, if that's where they lived.

So rock, sand, or humidity central, there's my family. I'm so grateful I can spend eternity with these crazies. I wonder if that's what my grandma ever thinks... that's part of the reason I'm home. My grandma lives with us because, well, she was kicked out the nursing home. Sad story for another day. She doesn't remember very much, about anything, and so she often just sits and watches us. I wonder if she ever thinks, "I can't wait to get out of here," or if it's more like, "Man, I miss these days." I feel like it would be the latter. When we got home from the airport, we had a dance party. Right then and there. And we went nuts. My grandma was sitting in the front room, we were in the family room at the back of the house, though she could see us and definitely hear us, even though her hearing aid batteries were dying. I worried about her hating the sound, but she very quickly dispelled my qualms on this one; she got up after a few minutes of our ridiculous dancing, danced in the living room, away from our direct line of vision (we were totally still watching), walked into the family room, and sat down on the couch as the audience to our display of... insanity. Really the result of not being around each other frequently enough, but those are pretty much the same thing. But she sat in until the music died down because we had collapsed/moved on to something else.

I think she likes us :)

So this didn't really come together as cohesively as I hoped all of my thoughts throughout the day would. That definitely means I'm home. Cohesive or not, it feels good. I'm down with that.