These two...

I’m afraid in my absence from blog writing I missed my parent’s anniversary. To be very honest I would not have remembered if not my mother had reminded me of it. For some very odd reason my mom remembers her anniversary quite well. Without further delay though a very happy anniversary to one of the loveliest, most romantic and very cute couples ever. Why no I am not biased..not in the least.

I had a bit of evidence of my parents love when I was home for a visit this summer. Dad had just left to run errands, but apparently forgot something. The poor man was locked out of his own house, so he rang the doorbell. I believe the scenario went something like this. My ears hear the doorbell, than I hear mother opening the door, and then of all things I hear a very loud smooch which leaves my ears ringing. I must admit that is a bit over describing, but I think I have made my point. My parents like each other a lot and the kissing thing? One would expect that after 44 years of marriage 2 lovers would become quite apt at kissing.

And I am glad of this, even if they probably like each other more than me. In a different way of course.

The facts

Despite the fact that after my little niece got off of my lap after cuddling very sweetly she had left a gift on my pants that was of a great odor and rather wet.

despite the fact that cleaning up from meals takes longer than actually eating and this would include cleaning off the little children. Oh and by the way peanut butter smeared all over a child is not eye appealing in the least and certainly not for the faint of heart.

despite the fact I had to take my nap with one eye open, so as to keep track of miss busybody running hither and yonder about the house...

The fact really is that I will miss listening to amusing chatter, giggles, and just being around these little people. Of course the big people will be missed just as equally as much. Yes, I admit that I'm already feeling a bit homesick at leaving my family again. This I am grateful for, because really it is a very nice thing to have family to miss. Sometimes I wonder how I can ever take them, so for granted. Especially the times I am praying for someone who is of quite the opposite background and hurting deeply because of it.

Tonight as I ready for probably some very sad farewells this is what I'm thankful for.