Can’t talk …

… sudden influx of bloodkin.

It is just so wonderful that, upon receiving a phone call saying: “It’s raining, so we can leave the farm, so I’ve booked a flight.”

“Great! When do you get here?”


Anyway, it is just so wonderful that my response to that phone call can be pure, unadulterated happiness and sincere joy.

No stupid anxiety getting in the way, no energy-sapping depression saying “but … but …”, simply joy that someone has had a break, could have chosen to put their feet up and take a break, and instead has chosen to fly a third of the way across the country to spend time with us.



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4 responses to “Can’t talk …

  1. Fantastic! Enjoy your visit! 🙂


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