As my family members announced that each one had plans for the weekend, I realized that I may actually be home alone for two days. I'm not sure that has ever happened over the course of the last twenty-one years. It was probably hard to hide the sparkle in my eye as the gears turned deep inside my head, conjuring up thoughts of all the things I could do with 48 hours of free time. So many choices. So many possibilities..... Friday night was full of wild abandon as I filled the washer with clothes clearly marked hand wash. I threw out all of the half-open products in the refrigerator that someone wanted to save, but would never return to enjoy. Out went restaurant style salsa, bean dip, a half-eaten pizza and what may have once been an icee. I tossed out clothing that had not been worn in years and would never be worn again. I emptied drawers and filled trash cans and danced about the house like a woman on a mission. Saturday morning began
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.