Tuesday afternoons I’ve been peeking in at Amy’s for coffee.
Well, not real coffee… virtual coffee.
I thought I’d stop in… instead of just peeking through her window.
So, if we were really meeting for coffee today, I’d just have to tell you…
I finished my Africa scrapbook this weekend. For the last three weeks I have put my heart and soul into it. When I was down to the last few pages, tears caught me by surprise, even though I had been warned. And then, when the album was finally done, I vacuumed the floor. It seriously needed it. Seriously.
I’d also have to tell you that instead of a traditional Labor Day BBQ, we went out for pizza. With friends. There were eight of us, four kids, four adults… and we let the kids all ride in one car and the adults were in the other. It was… surreal. I’ve known Char for 13 years… and to see she & Laura hop into a car on their own, then add in a brother each, was mind-boggling. That this much time had passed, that I am getting… old. But at the same time, it was really cool.
Before I let you chat on and on, I might just ask you for a prayer… for friends. A husband who leaves for Afganistan on Monday, and his family who will most certainly be missing them. Thanks…