Three weeks until the final countdown. The little things are taking on new meaning.
Last week our second cousin’s husband from Australia was in town. The boys went for sushi before the Jazz basketball game.
My brother splurged our funds and got us on the sixth row. CBug ended up on the Jumbo tron while singing his little heart out to Billy Joel’s “piano man”.
The Jazz won, but for me, it was a another night full of memories that I will hold close on those long nights when I’m far from those I love.
