A First

Apologies.  I know I've been neglecting our discourse.  When the boy is around, everything else falls to the wayside, including my telling you stories.  He's leaving on Wednesday and I'll be a better writer once I get done with the sobbing.

Today the boy and I went to Cita's place, because she and I have been texting about a visit for a while now.  Schedules have been crazy, and the boy likes NEVER HAVING PLANS while in town, so this was a delicate balance, but I'm glad it's happened.

Aside:  One of the boy's favorite things to say is that he's never go to Iraq for any amount of money.  But after seeing Cita's place, he reconsidered.  So cute.

I was so happy to see Cita's husband, back from Iraq, home safely.  He might have been a little taken aback when I hugged him, but is there a better time to hug someone than when he returned safely from a war?  He'll be all right.

Cita, her husband, the boy, and I got on famously.  I'm so glad to introduce him to the important people in my life.  I got to see Cita and her husband joke and play, and they got to see the boy and I interact.  I loved this afternoon.

Afterwards, the boy and I went out to dinner and, like you do, discussed our afternoon with them.  "I like them, they're good people," the boy told me.  (Well, yeah!)  Then we discussed how our relationship is and should be.  It was a good conversation.

Tonight I texted Cita to thank her for having us over, and that WE had a great time.

This was my first WE.