August 13, 2013 – 9:38 am
Confession: I am obnoxiously early. It’s a sickness, I realize. But I hate to be late. HATE. So, I always overestimate how long it’s going to take me to do anything, to get anywhere. Stopping for gas? A good twenty minutes! Picking up my neighbor? An extra ten, easily. Finding parking downtown?…
When I went to overnight camp, we wrote letters home three times a week. For my parents, this was their only form of communication with me. I was gone for four weeks each summer (sometimes eight!) and my mom would have to sit and wait by the mailbox for any…
Isabella sure is enjoying being an only child. Still. Do you miss them now? No. Do you miss them now? No. Do you miss them NOW? No. Oh yes. We have done all kinds of things that she likes to do. I’m saying yes much more often because you know…