Come Home

I have been thinking lately of how much I miss Hillary (and Phil too). It's kind of like she's dead - I can't think about her too much or else I will really get sad. For those that do not know my sister - she lives with her firefighter husband in Kuwait City - on the Persian Gulf - in a high rise. They make a lot of money and buy fancy things. We always get really good Christmas presents too...I'm thinking Seahawks this year - but who knows. They have been married almost three (could be four now) years and have spent most of that time away from us in various exotic locales.

She is funnier than me and we can laugh for hours over Gordy B and our made up words. She is 10 years younger than I am too and was such a cute little baby. I remember when Mom told me she was going to be born, of course I bawled because I was so excited. I think I tried to be her mom (she'll agree with that - so will Holly for that matter!) but she was so fun to have around.

I think that they would love what we are doing at church - with Mosaic, Living Room, etc and I just wish they were a part of my life. I need them. I often think of the other young couples in our church that they would love as well. What gives?

I hope they read this and get really homesick and move back. Plus, my other sister wants to move to their neighborhood so I'll be the only one living in the "hood" - oh well.

Hillary, if you ever read this...
come home...come home...ye who are weary come home. Softly and tenderly...Heidi is calling - calling oh sinner - Come home.

I love you.