I get to spend time with Mom and Dad.
I get to sit out on the deck and read in the sunshine.
I get to go to the beach.
I get to see Dad excited over new bromeliads.
I get to laugh with Mom over stories from the ER.
I get to sleep.
Last week Dad and I drove down to Tampa to visit Tropiflora - the biggest nursery I've ever seen. Millions of colored plants filled the net-covered buildings and Dad was like a kid in a candy store. It's a joy to see him so passionate and knowledgeable about these unique plants.

Last Wednesday I drove up to New Symrna Beach and soaked up the sun. The water was a little chilly, even for my taste, but I listened to the gulls and squinched my toes in the cool sand and was warmed by the rays.

And last night I finished my first "real" quilting project. It's a little cheater quilt that I made for Mom's charity auction, but I did it all myself - even the binding! Now I'm starting one that Mom and I pieced together for a friend's new baby. Mom said she was shocked by my interest; I told her it was genetic.



