Capistrano

The swallows are returning to Capistrano. In other words, my parents are flying back to Florida this morning. After a long, tiring few months, they are finally returning to their other home. This is the first time that they will be flying down. They usually take the auto train. The long ride is no longer doable. My sister will be escorting them back. They could go alone, but we tend to hover over them and worry, so escorting them is more for us, than for them. She will get them settled and wait for their car to arrive from the transport truck. She will then return home. We are hoping they will have their usual winter fun and activities. I will go down in May to escort them home. I am happy beyond words, because after this summer's medical issues we were not sure they would go back. Fly little birds, fly.