I guess Obi was right when he had second thoughts about submitting photographic evidence of our well brought up children along with our background check:
So as to that news we are feeling "happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time," as The One I Love to Hate, Taylor Swift would put it.
Which means, amidst all the excitement, we are beginning a prolonged goodbye to all our old haunts.
Yesterday, it was Obi's pick for our Out to Lunch Pact, and he chose the Jimmy John's just down Orange Avenue from our downtown church: home of the financial district, the bar scene, and the Family Es Sunday noontime. So much fun.
Surroundings take on a nostalgic flavor when you realize it is your last experience of them. A great gift to our family is has been to travel so far from our home (about 45 minutes, mostly highway) for Mass each week, each time a pilgrimage of sorts. It has given us the incentive to really enjoy some unusual experiences for a rowdy, untamed large family.
We absolutely stick out all Amish-like walking down Orange Avenue, with our toddlers and teenagers, mixing with the street artists, homeless, businessmen and hipsters.
We have no hopefully misconceived notions that we are a beautiful parade-like commercial for the Culture of Life, as I think our Catholic Conscience would like us to believe. But we have so much enjoyed walking city streets with our motley crew, pretending we are part of the scenery ourselves, enjoying the seedy parts (Jude) and the couture equally (AnneMarie).
We wanted for our counter-culture kids, part homeschooled, part catholic schooled, part public schooled, 100% God's children, to know that this is their world, all of it.
And all street people, who all walk a different life, these are their brothers, and these glorious cities and places, this is their home, and wherever they go, they belong just as they are...
...with the world's most annoying mom.