I know. I know. I owe you all a long blog post about how we came to take this trip to Germany but this is NOT that post because I am writing on my Dad's laptop, using the slowest Internet connection this side of the Eisenhower years.
My parents are here for the summer. My mom is native German (and all of her siblings are here and my cousins, etc.) and my stepfather is a European historian so they come almost every year. *I* haven't visited since 1985.
When we arrived yesterday, the joy of my parents at seeing us (and vice-versa) must have created ripples throughout the Cosmos. I wish I had words to describe it but it occurred to me that perhaps you felt it in some way --some unexpected bit of good fortune or flush of pleasure?
I am humbled once again by the sheer LUCK of my life. To be loved so much, to have arrived at this point in my life in such a great relationship with my parents and their incredible bond with my children... I don't know. How did I get so freaking lucky?
Coop will join us next week, so be on the lookout for random joy rushes to overtake you at odd moments. I'll write again as soon as I can find an Internet Cafe or connection that moves a bit faster than, say, building the Great Wall.
PS: The cucumbers made it just fine!! And I'm not writing this from prison! See? So lucky...