Anxious to return home but a different feeling this time!

I'm finally in my own living room and taking a break before the remaining evening chores must be done.  The day began before 6 a.m. in the north Georgia community of Commerce.  It seemed like a smart idea last night since we did not leave my son's house until 5:30 p.m. and we pushed til 10.  The only problem with this plan was even though we got an early start this morning we ran smack into Atlanta morning traffic.  What should take about 45 minutes to traverse took us well over an hour and a half.  Long story short, we pulled up here at Casa Talbot by 5:30 p.m., some 24 hours after we left North Carolina.

We really knew we had to return; I'm only 60 days into my new job and Wendy has some important client appointments tomorrow.  I'm also scheduled to return to Rayburn for my prison ministry night.  Normally, it's just push, push, push when it's time to get back from our family visits and vacations.  A little 9+  pound bundle of joy kept tugging at me, and Wendy, to go back.  But go back we could not and now we face life as grandparents from 800 miles away.  I mean check us out:



I will hold my little man again in 15 weeks, a lifetime in grandparent world.  How could I not want to stay?  But even with Calvin's arrival I realize it is back to work, ministry and being me; which now includes being "Pops".

It's a lot like being a Deacon.  Think about it.  I am always a Deacon but many only think I'm a Deacon when they see me "doing".  I am always Calvin's "Pops", even though I may not be holding him and loving on him.  But bet your bottom dollar: I am always Calvin's "Pops".

Back in the saddle in Abita Springs!  And with a new pep in my step!