sitting downtown with my feet in the chilly river watching the flotilla go by
eating Coldstone ice cream—french toast with caramel (can you believe it?)
being “home” with my mom for a few days
sitting in her backyard, laughing with the neighbors, in the cool evening breeze
previewing the delightful new house that S&A are excited to be buying
daily Jumble and cryptoquote in the newspaper
trying on wild clothes at the antique store with Amy
discovering a link to my blog on another blog
a surprise message from a childhood friend
2 comments:
It's always good to have you "home" with me, Cathy. I love it when Brad calls me "Mom."
Oops I hit the wrong button. That should have come from Mom not Cathy.
Post a Comment