Ah, home. Finally. Some days just seem so long. Too long.
The meeting. Well. I don't want to talk about it. I probably really shouldn't. But it wasn't easy, going over all of that stuff again. I'll say that.
And Mr. Moon's at a basketball game and I have things to do for Valentine's and a few other things and I need to set up this new coffee pot and by god, I'm keeping the receipt on this one. I probably made the stupid decision to get the same maker, just a newer model, because I like the way it works, the simplicity of it, and hey- this way I'll have an extra carafe, right?
Sure. Why not?
I'm tired. It's been a tiring day. My mother died one month ago tonight. Not in a good way, either.
Okay, okay. I'm not going to talk about it.
It was sweet to see my brother. He is talking to me. I am so glad.
My boys were precious. I will get them here tomorrow in the morning and I bought (I can't even believe this) a roll of cookie dough to make Valentine's cookies because Owen said he wanted to do that tomorrow. And icing. And sprinkles. Can you imagine the fun? Oh boy.
It's supposed to get cold. The wind is coming and dying, building and ebbing.
When I left Lily and Jason's house, Jason was holding Gibson and when I went in for a good-bye kiss, Gibson held his arms out to me and pulled me close. It was the sweetest damn thing in the world. Ever. to be hugged by a not-quite eleven month old boy.
So there. There is plenty of sweetness. Just in time for Valentine's.
And I'll take all I can get.