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This weekend was totally cool and wonderful. I can ignore and/or forget the plane flight delays and the hotel somehow managing to have trouble with checking us in (lost reservation) and taking forever to check us out.
(Okay, to be fair that wasn't us. That was two different people/groups in line in front of us, both of whom had issues that took at least ten minutes each to sort out.)
But a good thing happened while we were waiting in the lobby forever to check out.
I saw a shiny thing on the floor, and went over and picked it up. It was a dime, and it was minted my graduation year (1995). Thinking of Avenue Q, I joked that it must be a lucky sign, and stuck it in my pocket.
Things haven't been dreadful here with my folks since then. But nonetheless, especially on Sunday, whenever being with my parents was starting to get stressful and unhappy, I'd reach into my pocket, and give the dime a squeeze. And that would be a physical, tangible reminder of the weekend we'd just had, and the friendships that had been renewed, and the hugs that had been liberally passed 'round. (Along with the cold that many folks - including the huz - seem to have caught, but we'll let that pass.)
Thank you ALL. You're all fantastic, and I'm going to keep that dime in my pocket for awhile to remind myself of how fantastic you are.
(Okay, to be fair that wasn't us. That was two different people/groups in line in front of us, both of whom had issues that took at least ten minutes each to sort out.)
But a good thing happened while we were waiting in the lobby forever to check out.
I saw a shiny thing on the floor, and went over and picked it up. It was a dime, and it was minted my graduation year (1995). Thinking of Avenue Q, I joked that it must be a lucky sign, and stuck it in my pocket.
Things haven't been dreadful here with my folks since then. But nonetheless, especially on Sunday, whenever being with my parents was starting to get stressful and unhappy, I'd reach into my pocket, and give the dime a squeeze. And that would be a physical, tangible reminder of the weekend we'd just had, and the friendships that had been renewed, and the hugs that had been liberally passed 'round. (Along with the cold that many folks - including the huz - seem to have caught, but we'll let that pass.)
Thank you ALL. You're all fantastic, and I'm going to keep that dime in my pocket for awhile to remind myself of how fantastic you are.
