My little family of five spent every waking hour together from Wednesday afternoon to now. We slept in the same room, we ate every meal, swam for hours, and played a lot of UNO.
It has been fantastic.
I told a friend last night that it was really important for the kids to see me as a full, physical participant in our lives. When you go through a medical crisis, and your tribe encircles you, it is also important for each tribe member to step back and enjoy a little normalcy.
For us it was a short trip to a great place in wine country called the Allison Inn. This is where Doug and I retreated to just before my surgery, and it was the perfect place for all of us to do some healing together.
You should be proud of the Eikenkids. They sat through the 5 course Thanksgiving feast with little complaint. No spilled drinks, tears, or kids menus. They told us what they were thankful for (daddy and mama were on the top of the lists, followed by each other), and they ate most of their food.
Harper and Harris deemed their first Shirley Temples the best part of the meal. Graham and I thought the brussel sprouts were dreamy, and Doug loved it all.
Our Thanksgiving night ended in the best way possible. All 5 of us, laying in a big bed, fire going, and The Charlie Brown Thanksgiving on TV for a night cap.
We are home now, back in Portland. Woken from our dream state with the following piece of mail.
A summons for Jury Duty.
Addressed to me.
H+D
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