Here we are, roughly a month after our Alaskan cruise. I haven't done much updating because I'm on fire with bead fever and I'm melting in this heat (about 108 degrees). I miss the Mendenhall Glacier. I wish I had had time with Richie to just sit for twenty minutes and cuddle with him and stare at all the blue and green and white. I miss every inch of Alaska and Canada. I even miss Sasa pretending to not hear me on the walkie. I even miss chasing after Maddy (although, Richie was the one who did most of the work walking her up and down countless flights of stairs). I miss seeing Sasa's skinny little body through the window of the glass elevator. I miss dancing to cheesy ballads from the seventies with my sexy husband in the swingers' lounge. When can we go back?
By the way, your daughter said, "I want Mama and Daddy." Isn't that a bittersweet Monday expression?
