Bliss

A Boston Red Sox hat that he forgot. That’s all of Jose that I get to see for the next week after dropping him off at the airport this morning for a flight back to Houston that began a full day of travel for him. From Houston, he drove to Corpus Christi and now we’re both with our own families. That’s all well and good, except I miss him already.
Our three days in Charlotte were excellent. We flew in on Wednesday night and by Thursday morning, I’d pretty much forgotten that work exists. We went shopping with my Dad, saw a free screening of Juno with some of my high school friends, talked to my mom’s kindergarten class about the space shuttle, took the family out to dinner, and then even cooked dinner from scratch last night for the family. Jose even got a mini-Christmas, since when we got here we noticed that my mom had added a “Jose” stocking to the mantle and filled it last night while we were cooking, and afterwards we went up the street to Caribou Coffee.
It was pretty much the best three days in a long, long time.