Getting all packed up and ready to head to the humid plains. I'm thrilled to be visiting Fargo this time of year again. Since my family moved to Minneapolis, it's a rare thing.
I love Fargo summers. Humid and midwestern, mosquitos and thick green trees, rivers and birds. It's a special place to me, although you'd have to kill me first to move back there. I do love it to visit, to fill my heart back up with its sounds. I love its easy vibe and slower pace. Fargo is friendliness and debauchery--two of my fave things in one. (Although I'll only get one of those this time, baptisms are healthy and holy events so let's go with friendliness).
My flight tomorrow is early and ridiculously long. Touchdown at the two-(or is it three now)-gate Hector Airport in Fargo isn't until the afternoon. I'll be whisked away by family and friends, swallowed up by their love.
Dave has two of his friends visiting from out of town. The mood is festive and it feels like normal again at our house. But tomorrow morning I'm leaving on a jet plane. I'm sad to pick only one or the other. Although I couldn't be more thrilled with my weekend plans.
See you tomorrow Fargo, friends, family. I will not be able to access a computer tomorrow, but I promise you I'll sketch the scene later. It'll be fresh as a newly typed blog.
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It is about 2pm and you will arrive in about 2 hours, we are so excited to see you. Nova just went down for a nap, so she will be well rested and ready to play when you arrive.
Open arms, here we come!
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