This past week was long and lonely, and I needed to be reminded of my roots. Mom emailed me Friday morning to propose a quick visit. I called Grandma and invited her to come along, and within 3 hours, Mom and Grandma hit the road. They arrived at my home at 6:00pm on Friday night, and we settled in for a short, lovely visit, much of which revolved around food: deciding on meals, cooking meals, discussing meals, cleaning up after meals.... We also challenged one another to yoga stretches (I know, yoga is not supposed to be competitive), trying to meet or beat the women we saw in magazines. We watched Funny Girl on TV and stayed up a little too late.
They left this morning amidst raindrops but before the fog descended.
My home is quiet once again, but I don't feel nearly as alone as I did a few days ago.
Thanks, ladies, for a heart-felt visit!