My cousin and her husband flew in from California last night! I met them at church (where they got roped into helping Daddy feed kids cookies) and then it was off to the Waffle House. (Oh, southern nectar of the gods! I had two eggs over light, hashbrowns scattered, covered and smothered, raisin toast with apple butter and a pecan waffle, plus some crispy bacon.)
Les and I stayed up late talking to them about kids and jobs and family. My cousin, Michelle is just a few months younger than me. She was born in Georgia but lived in Texas or California most of her life. She did come and stay an entire summer with us when I was in 5th grade or so. I have such great memories of that summer and those few months created a tight bond from my heart to hers. I’m almost giddy that she is here in my actual house right now! Out of the 50billion cousins I have in California, Michelle and I are the “originals”…the two oldest.
Today her husband, Al is hanging out with Les as he works (Bor-ing!). Michelle, the kids and I will probably eat and rest and shop. Sounds more fun, right? We’ll actually be shopping for camp. That’s their real reason for flying to Georgia–they are going to be counselors at my mom’s summer kids’s camp, Camp Rocks.
OK. I’ve got stuff to do! I might update tomorrow. Or I might not. Too much catching up to do!