Priceless

Ohhhh. I have to tell you. There's nothing philosophical or sociological here today. I think I broke several of the Practical Life Applications 101 over the weekend. See- maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.

Martin and I were lucky enough to hang out with several good long-distance friends this weekend, and have some alone time. This is among the first that we've had since Coen's been born (he's six months on Saturday). BOY, did I need the break. We had a great time in Dallas, guys, and are so thankful for each one of you- each for a special, unique reason. I think I've told you all why.

Martin shines in the workplace, as always, and I'm proud to be his wife.

We also took a 3 1/2 hour detour, and drove up to O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A to see my brother Tim. Let me tell you that the time we spent there was priceless. We spent more time in the car than actually with him, but I can't erase the memory of his big smile from heart, and I'm so happy we did it. When he teared up when we were about to leave, I jokingly told him, "See, now you know how it feels to be left behind". It seems like we're usually the ones wiping the tears. Well, I still was- driving away. The little brother that will always pull at my heart strings. Who am I kidding? All the sibs do.

All in all, a good weekend, with wonderful shining moments, and a couple not so great ones, too.

But the topper, seeing my two boys- so happy to see me. Coen about to spring out of my Dad's arms to grab me, and Mason- free with the hugs and kisses.

Priceless, priceless, priceless. All of it.