Dad came home wednesday night. We spent hours looking through photos and hearing all his adventures.
It was lovely to catch up on people we knew, and see who had had kids, who had gotten married, who was where, what they were up to.
Of course it made me want to go back. I looked at the photos and could hear the sound of chickens running around, remember the combined sound of everyone singing, feel the smoke from a fire smart in my eyes, smell the vegitation after it rains.
I want to go back, but I really want to back with Dad. Becasue he loves this place as much as I do, and so many of my memories are along side him. When I went back a few years ago I felt the whole time that something was missing, and I knew it was having him next to me.