Another moon… another month gone by.

I’m smiling, thinking about our Timothy. Twelve hundred miles away, he’s seeing the same full moon tonight. And after four months away… tomorrow he’ll be home… for a few weeks. And then he’ll return to California for several weeks. It would seem that this would get easier. But it doesn’t.

I’m off to bake chocolate chip cookies. No nuts. And maybe we’ll set out some Nestle’s… and chips and salsa. Maybe horchatta, too. As with all homecoming’s… the rules of decorum sort of fly out the window and we’ll probably sit on the kitchen counter and just talk for a while. Sweet times.