So, thinking about the spaghetti and french fries made me think about this weekend, and the wonderful, amazing, delicious, fat-filled, artery blocking fried foods that will permeate the air at our annual balloon stampede!
And then I thought about a conversation I had with my sister yesterday - she and her husband are spending Mother's Day weekend in Las Vegas . . . just hanging out, going to movies (not shows, but movies), going to the all-you-can-eat at the Rio (my favorite), and just being together. That was her Mother's Day wish. And, again, I was a little envious.
But then I remembered that today is my son's 23rd birthday. And I thought about 23 years ago, at 1:15 p.m. (pacific time), and the way my life changed. And all of a sudden I didn't need Italy, or spaghetti and french fries, or Las Vegas. I remembered how perfectly blessed I am with a perfectly imperfect family who loves each other. And nothing is better than that!
Arrivederci Italy! Au revoir, french fries! No te necessito!
|Happy Birthday TBL!!|