I'm like that guest that doesn't take hints. You've loaded the dishwasher, yawned broadly, and yet, here I am, asking if anybody wants to open another bottle, or maybe play a game of Scrabble.
What can I say? I like you guys. I like writing my thoughts, I like hearing yours. I miss you when I don't post.
Yet, my parents are coming from Colorado tonight. They are meeting my brother at the airport. He's coming from Seattle. Then, they are all coming to my house.
It's the first time I've seen my brother since 2006. He's never met Joel. He hasn't seen Owen since he was ten months old.
I'm content, like a sunflower, reaching towards the warmth.
We're taking Owen to the Kennedy Center to see a violin "Teddy Bear Concert" for his birthday. We're having a family party. We're going to make cupcakes that look like sheep and pigs.
So yes, there will be blogging fodder. Plenty of it.
I'm also going to be in full-blown hostess mode. Lots of cooking, lots of loading the dishwasher, lots of laughter.
(Possibly the occasional need to hide in the bathroom).
Again, fodder galore.
And so, I'm coming back on just to say goodbye again. I'll be reading your thoughts...attempting to comment when I can. But trust me, I'm reading.
(In the bathroom).