Las Vegas vs Ohio? There’s No Choice (for Me)

Waiting to board the plane home (where I flew with sextuplet babies — no, really, these sextuplets), this is what I saw.

Gorgeous sunset at McCarran Airport, Las Vegas, NV.

I landed in the dark, was driven home in the dark and spent most of yesterday on the couch trying to gather back some strength after traveling and walking and working hard. I didn’t remember to take a comparison picture. Today, my yard looks like this:

Our yard, covered in three-or-so inches of pure white snow with a smidgen of sunshine.

Most people — most sane people — would choose the former picture. Snow? Cold? No thanks, they’d say.

And I’ll be honest, I prefer our yard. Even to the gorgeous mountains and sunset and lack of coat wearing and general hub-bub of Vegas. Granted, if I lived in Vegas, I’d probably find something to call my own. But that yard, covered in snow? It’s ours. And it means something. And as I was preparing to leave the hotel on Friday evening, I saw a happy father pushing four very happy children around in a super fun stroller contraption.

And, oh, I missed my babies. Er, boys. They’re not really babies, are they?

After a treacherous drive home, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and tip-toed into my boys’ rooms. BigBrother had kicked off all of his covers, being my mini-me. So I covered him up. Normally he doesn’t wake, but he did. He smiled up at me and I said hi. He said hi back. And then he told me he missed me. He smiled and went back to sleep. LittleBrother just sighed when I kissed him; I did too.

I love to travel. I love the work I do. But, I’ll take the snow and cold and ice and general woe of winters in Ohio… if that’s where I can be with my family.

And by the way? Those sextuplets? Were quieter on the plane than my accompanying geeks. Interesting, isn’t it?