I'm not going to say a lot about the weekend- even though I had a great time. I'm not going to talk about how nice it was to have the entire family together, and how a few short years ago, something like that was an everyday. It was special then, as it is now.
A friend at work asked me how the weekend was. I told him that I had a great time, and he asked me what I did. I went down the list. I told him about how I picked up Rachael on Thursday evening and took her grocery shopping and how, on Friday, we ran errands, including closing a pesky old bank account.
I told him about Jake and Lauren coming home and spending the night, both Friday and Saturday. I told him about Helaina being home on Saturday and Sunday and I ran down the usual Saturday errands that I ran with Sam. And I told him about the apple picking we all did. And I mentioned swinging by Mom's a couple of times.
My friend looked at me as if to say, "And... ?". I don't know whether it was because he was waiting for the "great " part, or what he was thinking.
I realized later that I never even mentioned the birthday party or going to the comic book store or any number of other things. But the details really don't matter. What matters is we had a chance to spend some time together, and, like always, that was really what made it so great.
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