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Wishful Thinking

I just had this grand idea of renting a very large cabin somewhere in the mountains between here and Ohio sometime around Christmas time and inviting everyone in our families down to stay with us for a week. Terry's immediate family and my immediate family, including my brother whom I haven't seen in years and don't talk to much (not for lack of trying). A huge log house somewhere with fireplaces and family and lots of cooking and laughing and Christmas tree and presents and stuff. Lovely visions of neices and nephews and grandchildren and mom's and dad's and grandparents all getting along and smiling suddenly faded as I quickly realized that Terry and I could rent the biggest house on the biggest mountain and invite everyone we know and I still bet no one would come.

Posted by gwendolyn on June 10, 2004 at 10:57 AM