Last week, on my birthday, my daughter Tamsen arrived for a visit. A few years ago, she went to school in Austin, TX and now she lives there. My parents and I all have birthdays within two weeks of each other, and Tamsen’s idea was to fly to my town on my birthday and stay a couple of nights. Then we’d drive out to Massachusetts, where my parents live, and surprise my parents with her visit.
It was great. We ate out, went shopping, and took walks. My parents were surprised and thrilled to see her. (Yes, my mom got all teary-eyed.) We stayed two nights, went out for dinner, and had a family party.
Tamsen was supposed to fly back to Austin on Monday, but a late-winter snowstorm dumped 13 inches of snow on Ithaca and canceled her flight. So we got to spend an extra day together, which felt like the best gift of all. She helped me shovel out (an activity she doesn’t get to enjoy very often in Texas!), and then we traipsed through the snow to go out for some well-earned refreshment and a farewell celebration. The sky was all snowed out, so we got up around 4:00 a.m. yesterday morning to get her to the airport for her rebooked flight. (That’s why I missed my Dark Central Station post yesterday. I’ve never been a morning person, and I was completely discombobulated for the rest of the day.)
As the mother of a grown-up daughter who no longer lives at home, I’ve been focused on building my writing career in recent years. So it was wonderful to take a few days just for family time. Because the people you love really are what it’s all about.