Sorry that my posts have been few and far between lately. One of the people I love best in the world is visiting our house right now, and I have been too distracted by my own joy to spend my time blogging.
This friend and I have consoled and counseled each other over the years through our many heartbreaks and disappointments. We've been there through miscarriages and infertility, military deployments and family dramas. We are each other's first person to call when the world begins to fall around our ears.
She is also the brave soul who volunteered to take all of our children in the case of the Computer Guy and myself meeting an untimely end. That is to say, if we die then she inherits the whole shooting match. (I don't think that she's too eager for that to happen, but she gets really excited when she thinks about it. I'm sleeping with one eye open for the rest of the visit just in case.)
Whenever I find myself expecting a new Little Kid, I simply call her and say something like "I know you'll take 4, but will you take 5?" and she squeals and I squeal and then she calls her husband. I don't know if he squeals. He's a military guy who could kill a man with just his thumb. He probably closes the door before he shrieks. Don't you think?
So, to make a long story short, I'm spending the next few days with my children's back-up Mama and my own sweet friend. Blogging may be intermittent. The End.