Thirty

Thirty (30) is a significant number.

It's an age that many people look to as an important milestone in their lives.  Some look forward to it, others dread and try to avoid it.

It's how many pieces of silver it took for Judas to betray Jesus.

It used to be, you couldn't trust anyone over it - coincidental it's the minimum age to be a US Senator?

It's a lot of points to score in a basketball game.

It's a lot of home runs to hit in an entire baseball season.

It's too big, if it's how many miles per hour you're driving through my neighborhood.

It's too many students for any of my kids classes in school (IMO).

Thirty (30) is all these things (and many more), but it's also how many times we've been fortunate to have Marcy's dad LaDyle - or Bumpy as the kids call him - visit us in Indiana!  Retirement has its perks and the free time to be able to fly across the country has been one that our family has been thankful for.  The fact that Bumpy's willing and wanting to travel that often for my kids says a lot about his commitment to our family.  There are a lot of places He could go with his free time, but He chooses to come spend it with us.  That fact has made it easier to transition to a Hoosier way of life.  This fall/winter makes four years for us in Indiana and although we miss all our family in Oregon everyday, we're thankful each time one of them are able to come visit us.

I dropped Bumpy off at the airport this morning rounding out trip number thirty to Indiana. This good-bye was a little easier for the kids though because trip number thirty-one is just 3 weeks away.  You'd think with all this travel between Oregon and Indiana we could convince someone to put a direct flight in!