I left Port au Prince at 9:30 yesterday morning and arrived in St. Louis at 12:10 this morning.  It was a long day of long layovers, but I was thankful that I was able to fly out of Dallas, since the flights in and out had been affected by the tornado(es?) from Tuesday night.
I woke my nephew up this morning, and was greeted with a giant hug.  We dropped him at school and I took a few minutes to visit friends at school.  Then I got a new driver's license!  The girl let me keep my old picture (I looked cute!) and we were on our way by 9:30.  My sister and I hit a couple thrift stores, agreeing that if we stopped we'd both pass out from lack of sleep.  So on we went.

My Aunt Sue met us at our house at 12:30, and we (Mom, Katie, Aunt Sue and I) left to have lunch at the Cracker Barrel with Granny and Aunt Jo.  It was a fantastic day, catching up with them and just being with them.


We picked Ethan up and came home.  He was wound up, like really wound up.  He started wrestling with my dad, and when my sister went to check on them (the sounds had stopped) she found my dad holding a tissue to his face, wiping blood away.  Ethan shrugged and said, "What?  He wanted to play rough."  I went in to check it out, and found Ethan trying to put a camouflage band aid on my Dad's face.  Ethan said, "Well, he wanted to play rough."  I explained that might be the case, but he needed to tell PawPaw sorry for hurting him.  I could tell Ethan felt pretty bad about the whole thing, and he apologized and said, "Yeah PawPaw, at least the deer won't see your cut since your band aid is camouflage."
I can feel my love tank getting full already.