david

The highlight of our weekend was the few days Uncle David spent with us. We didn't have kids, he was shorter than Paul and we lived in California the last time he stayed with us, and it's been two-and-a-half years since we've seen him. Although much has changed, it felt like we fell into step within a few moments together.

I can't put my finger on anything particular that made David's visit so special. We slept in, swam, went to a surprise party, watched a movie and did yard work. We shared good meals, better conversation, and we just were. We spent two come-as-you-are and be-as-you-will-be days together, and they were magical.






Sadness rushed over us like a wave Saturday morning in the minutes before we had to say goodbye. It hit Cole, then me, then Maya, and it flowed and it flowed. We shed tears that didn't stop even after Paul and David drove away. I can't remember the last time we cried like that. This was one of those weekends when you just feel blessed and grateful to love and to be alive.