I haven't been home for over three years. I haven't hugged my mom or drank a beer with my dad--I haven't kissed my new niece, Elora or high-fived my brother, played cards and ate peanuts with my best friends for 1,110 days.
So many things have happened back home, and also here to my new family in Ireland. I am completely grateful for the experience living here because I would NEVER have gotten it at home. It will change me forever, hopefully for the better. I'm sure for the better.
It is not in vain -- I've learned how to fight. Fight for what I want. Fight to even find out what matters most. And what that is - is FAMILY. There is nothing like having people in your corner, blood that is everlasting -- people who get you and if they don't - they don't care how weird you dress or how what color your hair is.
They care about your life -- what you're in to, what you do with your kids and how you spend your time. I miss them terribly - hope to come home soon. For good. I'll be putting all of it out - my plans, what I want, what I need, what concerns me and what I won't be doing when we return.
*Below are some shots of my lovely family and some of the pictures they took of Jack when he was a baby.
Jill, xxxooo
Alisha's Grad Party (5 months pregnant with Jack)
Grandpa Dan with Elora Mae
Jackie Bear - 4 months old
Cara holding Jack at Cole and Melissa's Wedding
Mo's Bachlorette Party
Nan and Jack
Elora's Baptism
My Dad is the best <3
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