My sister, Mary Jo, and her husband, Dan, drove to Nashville and arrived here yesterday. I was so excited for them to get here that I prowled around my house like a cat looking for a non-existent mouse.
It has been a long time since I have seen any of my brothers and sisters. Ten of my siblings live in Minnesota and one sister in Milwaukee.
This past year, with the struggling economy, has put all of the speakers - me included, having to redefine what they do. We have had to re-purpose and work twice as hard. I am not afraid of hard work, but now that I am slowing down and enjoying life a bit more, I am missing home.
I went to the Land of 10,000 lakes a year ago August for a wedding, and that is the last I have seen family.
So, now Mary Jo and Dan were on their way.
The minute they drove up I ran out to their car, hugged them and did not want to let them go. If there was some was we could have morphed into one person; well, I would have been okay with that.
After we enjoyed a meal on the deck, caught up on a few of the latest things in life, we headed toward downtown Nashville to honky tonk. We parked and walked a couple of blocks to the lights of NashVegas.
Nothing big happened. We listened to music in the bars. We laughed, listened to the street musicians, watched in the windows of a tattoo parlor as brave souls dressed parts of their bodies with art. We loved, we enjoyed each other, we loved life.
Nothing big happened? Love happened. And THAT is big!
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