For most of the years of my daughter’s childhood, we rented a house for two weeks in southern Maine. Emily’s friends and their moms would sometimes visit. Some of our relatives and almost-relatives would come for a few days to relax and smell and hear the ocean. There are so many great memories. Now Emily lives across the country, and for the past two years her job has meant she can get away for a long weekend, not two weeks. So we just celebrated two days at home, catching up with us, her bed, the dog, the cat, Nell, who she’s known since kindergarten, her grandparents, Aunt Chris, and her favorite restaurant, The India House where they know she’ll order chana masala and a house salad.
Then our family of three headed for Maine for two and a half great days. We saw our friend Steve Lavigne, his wife, Dee, and her mom, while they were busy getting ready to open a comic shop in Wells next weekend, which you can read about on one of Peter’s blogs.
Emily and I both ordered scallops in a Kennebunkport restaurant where we saw the sun set over the ocean.
And Emily and Peter had Annabelle’s (amazing) ice cream in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.
Peter and I are glad to be home, but it’s always sad to take Emily to the airport, even though I know her roommate and dog will be so glad to see her. It’s your turn, Colleen and Henry! Hope to see all of you in California before too long!