What a fantastic weekend. It’s now Tuesday and I sit on the couch nursing a cold and a hot cup of coffee, reflecting on the past few days. We keep talking about how much fun we all had and how we can’t believe the wedding weekend is over. I have a brother-in-law. My grandparents celebrated their 60th anniversary. My aunt…
I wanted to play. She, obviously, did not want to. I prodded and physically pulled her arm as if that would explain how fantastic my idea was. It was a warm Minnesota summer afternoon and it had just rained; my 10-year-old mind could not comprehend why she possibly wouldn’t want to slide in the grass. I’ll get grass stains on…
I’m sad. It’s my last day of vacation. The leftovers have been taken care of, the sheets are in the wash, the garbage’s taken out and the last of the visitors have left and gone home. Technically, my flight home doesn’t take off until tomorrow, but the last day of vacation is always the night before. It was so great…