Family Ties…

Dave stayed home for work today (I almost spelled ‘stayed’ as ‘staid’… I need the weekend) and I drove myself to school.  On the way there, I started talking to my cousin’s unborn baby.  I told him, despite his mother’s readiness for him to spring forth, that he should stay in an extra week, just so he’d be only 3 weeks old when I get home, instead of four.  That is very selfish of me.  But I still want it to happen.

I never got to see her other son as a baby-baby.  He was already 4 1/2 months when I met him for the first time.  I want to hold this new little one as a teeny-tiny baby.  No matter how much discomfort my cousin is in.

That’s not true.  I don’t really want her uncomfortable. 

Dave has a rugby game this weekend- his first “at home” since he and his friend started this Guatemalan team.  I’m excited to watch him play again.  I haven’t seen him play rugby since we left Kuwait which has been three years now.  I really love watching him play.  I feel like I should be wearing his letterman’s jacket and sitting in the special place reserved for the girlfriends of players.  I also feel a little cocky because I know that I’ll be one of the few of my friends who actually (mostly) understands rugby. 

I just started a lot of sentences with “I.”  It’s all about me today.


I am a wife, a mother, an amateur photographer, a writer, and a teacher. I am so lucky to be able to travel the world with my husband, two particularly adorable daughters, and two lovable fur-babies. I never expected to get the travel bug, but I'm so very glad that I did. These are the records of my adventures and my every day lives as I spend my days with the people I love.

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