Well, they’re gone. Our son Brian, wife Kristi, their three young children, and my Beloved left at 4 AM today, flying back to Maryland. (The latter to help them get through airports and while on the plane. She returns tomorrow.) It will probably be three or four months before we see them again, though we’ll likely visit them.
One night during their visit, when twelve of us were sitting in our living and dining rooms, the lights went out, pandemonium erupted, babies and young children screamed while adults tried to calm them with, “Don’t move! It’s alright! We’ll get lights!” As we scrambled to light the night three-year-old Zachary fell from a chair face-first onto a hard bare floor. That lead to a bloody mouth and a late night trip to the emergency room.
He didn’t need stitches and will be fine.
There’s never a dull moment when the Townes get together. I plan to share other stories from the trip in later posts.