It was ten o’clock in the morning yesterday when we set to head home to Summerland. We had flown into Vancouver from Hawaii late the night before and had left the van waiting for us in Steve’s mom’s driveway while we’d been away.
“So, Amanda, did you miss the van while we were away?” Steve jokingly asked as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Yes, immensely. I feel whole again now that I’m back on its blue tweed seats,” I scoffed.
“Hey, don’t laugh. This van’s going to get us home from Vancouver,” he reasoned. No sooner had he spat out his last syllable did the van come to a sputtering stall in the middle of the road. The timing could not have been more hilarious. We both laughed as he tried unsuccessfully to start the beast up again. After listening to its cough for a few more minutes Steve deduced that the fuel filter needed to be changed. Five hours later we were finally on the road.
I was so eager to see Avelyn but I was bracing myself for the notion of her being mad that we’d left her so I didn’t want to get my hopes up for a joyful reunion. When we walked through the door and saw her she came sprinting towards us in her off-kilter toddler stride and gave us each a huge hug. It was delightful.
She looked like a completely different child to me. Not just bigger, but as though her face had changed. And her curly mullet was a few inches longer, too.
She loves the little ukulele we bought her and has been strumming it all morning.
Our time away was amazing but it sure is good to be home.