Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Five
Up, up, great day for up.
I get back into he driver seat and head south on 29 to see her. Three hot air balloons dotting the sky. Everything is glittering and bright.
How I missed her energy.
Jury summons.
He’d rather drive than take a shower.
I love my basketball families.
Two loaves of bread and sweet potatoes and green bean casserole are done.
I kick him out of the driver’s seat. Not this drive, not at night.
They go and get the decorations, turn on Christmas music, and start placing things around the house. Can’t believe it’s already time.
Here on this sofa with them. The deep dark of night sitting against my back behind the big glass window. A little bit of wine in the glass. All of it just feels right and good and the perfect way to begin the holiday.
