I was due for a post yesterday, I know, but my niece was moving out of her summer dorm and needed a place to stash her stuff for a couple of weeks. I got to go down to Provo, feed her and her poor roommate (the roommate was having a bad day already, and that thing she was sadly consuming looked like an abomination, not a pizza), and drive back with a stuffed panda half the size of Texas in my car…all the while remembering my aunt, who died of cancer just before I got married, doing the same thing for me. I still miss her–you’d be surprised at how much–but getting to be a little like her for an evening was a beautiful thing.
(I also missed some projectile vomiting at home. Sorry, honey. At least it was only formula…)