First off, I have to share this beautiful sunset picture that I took from our front porch the other day. It’s been so nice to leave work and have it not be pitch black outside. I am finally starting to think that spring is just around the corner. The tulip and cherry trees are in full bloom already.
The weekend before last, Evan and I made a somewhat emergency trip to Olympia to visit my family. My mom had called earlier in the week to let me know that my sister was taking my niece to Costa Rica (which I knew) and that they will be gone for 3 1/2 months. This I didn’t know. For some reason, I thought it would only be a couple of weeks. “Don’t you want to see your baby before she’s gone?” my mom asked. Now I know that she is not my actual baby, but she’s mine in a way I cannot begin to describe. She’s a chunk of my heart that lives and breathes outside of me, but is still connected.
We had a good visit, although as always, Evan was her favorite. This despite the fact that he was trying all of the “Supernanny” tricks on her (which of course worked perfectly for Evan). She exhibits this favoritism even in her sleep. After a long day, she was curled up with Evan on the couch asleep. I scooped her up and sat with her sleeping body at the other end of the couch, hoping to get some last cuddling in before we left. Within a minute, she had rolled away from me, to curl up with Evan. I had to laugh.
One particularly delightful moment came when she was trying to give us directions to Soup House, one of her favorite restaurants. We kept asking her which direction to drive to get there. She would the point in the appropriate direction from the backseat. Sometimes, she would point for us to go the wrong way down a one way street and other times, she would point directly behind the car. As we circled the few blocks that make up downtown Olympia over and over again, we were beginning to think that she didn’t really know where the restaurant was, however, after the fourth time down the same block, I finally saw the restaurant. She had done a beautiful job of directing us, just hadn’t thought to mention it when we actually got to the restaurant.
I’m going to miss this little gnome lover.