Slept through the parade.
Cuddled with my dog, Rosie.
Got in the car with the family.
Drove out on the Island.
(That’s out east, for you non-LIers.)
Saw the family.
Lots of questions.
Over and over.
Laughter with the girl cousins.
Avoiding the boy cousins.
A game with a few cousins and my sister.
Guess the person on your forehead.
Claire wasn’t sure how to spell Ann(e) Frank.
Then the dinner.
More food than imaginable.
What a meal.
First home-cooked meal in three months.
My dad’s special mashed potatoes.
Silence while everyone takes it all in.
Stories about the great-grandma I never knew.
She gave my dad and his siblings spelling tests.
“Spell First Holy Communion,” she’d say.
I love old people.
Then a nice nap.
Get in car with family.
Back at my house.
Not my home.
Climb into bed.
Measure in Love.