The last time I was with Nance was at her lake house on Labor Day weekend. We talked for most of the day, but towards the end of the day the conversation lulled a little bit because we were together all day. We were the only two moms so it felt like we had to talk, but later on in the day we were doing our own little things, like I was sitting on the couch watching TV with the kids and she was putzing around the kitchen. I was totally fine with it because I was "talked out" but I don't know how she was with it.
With the busyness of the holiday and school starting last week, we decided to skip our Thursday night meeting and then this week she asked if we could meet earlier because she and John were headed to the lake house this weekend Thursday afternoon. I felt like skipping it a little but in case it was awkward, but kept the lunch date. We went and had a wonderful time at Carrigan Café. (Cool-it added that little accent). Anyway, whenever I think I want to cop out on her and not get together and I do anyway, I am always thankful I did. I just wanted to remember that. Love you boy!
(By the way, Nance was talking about her sister-in-law's pancreatic cancer because that is the reason they were heading out to the lake house this weekend (still weird that it is two words) and she was saying how it's getting worse and they weren't able to make it out there. She said that she and John were talking and decided that last year was the worst year of their life between losing you and finding out this lady had cancer. Just wanted to let you know that. Love you sweet boy!)
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