Tomorrow morning, Mark and I are going on a grand adventure. After months of planning, we will be boarding a flight from London Heathrow which will take us (with a quick stop in Newark) to Pittsburgh International Airport, where we will be greeted by the amazing people who brought me into this world.
I am more excited than I can possibly say!
Mark met my mom very briefly in June when we were on holiday in Las Vegas. It just happened that my mother was there at the same time with my Aunt Sharon and Uncle Danielny, and there were a few hours that we all got to meet up. In fact, it was there that I told my mother that Mark was so very different from my ex-husband… he wanted children. My mom was unbelievably happy for me, knowing the long line of disappointments that I endured when Ross constantly kept changing his mind about the prospect of children. To have met someone who went around telling everyone he couldn’t wait to have babies with me… well, she was nearly as happy as I was.
Little did any of us know, but I was actually in my first couple weeks of pregnancy then!
But tomorrow, our trans-atlantic voyage will mean Mark’s first introduction to my father – the man with the large gun collection. 😀 Of course he’ll also meet my brothers and sister and all my neices and nephews, but it’s the big deal of meeting my daddy that I think is somewhat scary.
As for me, I have never felt more like going home. For all the many years that I raved about getting out of my little hick village – a town without sidewalks, streetlights, a general store or a postman – I can’t help feeling that I want my son to know where mommy comes from.
I anticipate the usual activities that accompany October in northwestern Pennsylvania: backyard campfires that last into the evening while the local radio station blares out some good time oldies. Drinking hot apple cider while sitting on the back porch, admiring the beautiful autumn leaves. Chopping wood with my dad so that they won’t be caught out this winter without a source of heat. Of course this year, I think I’ll mostly be watching. 😀
I will take Mark hiking in the Allegheny Mountains, traipsing through the Allegheny National Forest, and rock skimming on the Allegheny River. We’ll go paddling in the Brokenstraw Creek, take a walk through Buccaloons Recreation Area, look for Penns Wood Folk (those happy little pixies) up at Rimrock and Tuttle’s Rock. We’ll go careening around Devil’s Elbow (though without the 100 ft sheer drop, it poses little risk these days). We will visit the Kinzua Dam and picnic at the overlook while eating original recipe Kentucky Fried Chicken and macaroni and cheese.
I’ll take him through the woods until we get to the old haunted mansion that has been there for a hundred years or more. We’ll find the old Fire Tower and dad can tell us stories of how he and his uncles used to go hunting up there…
It’s going to be beautiful and amazing, and I truly can’t wait.
Though I will try to update sometime soon, I may be incommunicado until our return. Bon Voyage all you SnuggleBabies!
I’m going home………..