My house is quiet now. The three of us are on the sofa; Big B with his paper, Boogie with her stuffed Tigger engrossed in a cartoon and me writing to all of you. Yesterday the house was filled with the sounds of laughter, football games, and colorful discussion. Yesterday we hosted 15 people, (that includes my little family) for the first holiday we've all shared in about 20 years. Yes, it's been that long since we've all been in one place at the same. It's the reason we moved here; to be close to all of them and it was a glorious day.
You know, my head cold never let up and, in fact, had turned into bronchitis by Wednesday evening but it really didn't matter. (I think it's mattering more today because I'm pooped!)
My house is quiet now. But the joy and goodwill that I shared with my family yesterday is still here. I think it will be for a long time to come.