my dear friend, Warren White, several times, that I would update my blog. This post is for you. I had written a beautiful post while staying at your home, but as you know it did not like me using your wireless to post on my server. So, I will try my darndest to remember what lovely words I had to say to you and Katherine.
My family had a wonderful time staying at your home. And yes, Warren, I have proof that we were there.
I remember a vomiting little girl adorning your walls and floor with her meals. I learned how to use the little green monster to clean your carpets. I also remember being reminded that no other child had done such a thing in your home, and that my disciplinary skills needed some improving.
I am sure that you could take a short walk out your back door to your hot tub and see bubbles in the water from the laundry detergent used in my boys swimsuits.
You walked about 1,000 miles in San Francisco, and did so like a champ. Your foot probably needed ice for two straight weeks after such torture.
You were kind enough to be a mechanic on my van, and Katherine put up with watching cartoons and having her kitchen chair cushions thrown on the ground.
I am very surprised that nothing major was damaged during our stay. No windows, or bones, and we did not have to bury any of your pets due to a rambunctious 4 year old.
I think I may have figured out why the two of you scheduled a trip so soon after we left. You needed to get away too.
I learned a lot about the two of you while we were there. That your routines benefit everyone in the house. That you two work well together. That you love and serve one another, and others. That you take the time to enjoy the beauty that surrounds you. That you enjoy life.
I am so very thankful that I not only met you and Katherine while living in Livermore, but that we really connected. That you were willing to reach out to me, and be my friend. Thank you so much for staying in touch with me. For breathing a little bit of my California life back in to me. Because sometimes it feels like it was so long ago, long enough that maybe it did not happen after all. The only proof I have is in the friendships. Friends that are like family. I love you guys!