After several months of literary constipation, I am back. I have a million things to say, which makes it even harder to write! I am afraid that once I start writing, I won't be able to stop. Or maybe I won't be able to start. Consequently, you are getting small talk. Nothing of great significance here. I'm saving the important stuff for a rainy day.
Justin, Laura, and Ava enjoyed a few days of R & R in Bellaire, Michigan, over the Labor Day holiday. For those of you unfamiliar with Michigan, Bellaire is located on the second joint of the ring finger (think MITTEN). Justin's paternal grandparents, whom I LOVE, arranged for a family reunion of sorts. Everyone had a great time, and it certainly didn't hurt that Justin's cabin was about 50 feet from "The Brewery". Walking distance, if you get my drift. Thank goodness. Why does beer taste better when you are at the lake?
Ava is looking good, isn't she? She is changing every day. She's a long, lean, groovin' machine. I have to get a video of her rocking out to her CDs. It's as if the music just takes over and she loses control! She does everything at full throttle. Even her temper tantrums. I cannot begin to tell you how satisfying it is to watch Justin deal with Ava as she throws herself to the floor and proceeds to do "The Worm" better than a drunken bridegroom. Hee hee.
Last, but certainly not least, Ava stood up all by herself and took one step! Only one, and she hasn't attempted to actually walk since, but you have to start somewhere, right?