In church today, the Old Testament reading was from Psalm 107. I leaned over to G. and reminded him that was the passage we read at my father’s little memorial service. It wasn’t a funeral, because he was cremated, and it wasn’t really a memorial service because my sister and husband and I were the only ones there who knew him, but it was something. And it was something we needed, and friends came to support. Anyway, when I whispered that to G. he whispered back that it was two years ago. And that didn’t seem right. Two years? Only two? But he’s right – it was Thanksgiving 2005. That seems like a different lifetime. I was still at my job at FPC and my book hadn’t come out yet and G. hadn’t started grad school and I just can’t believe how much has happened in the last two years.

And it seems like a favorite family of ours just moved back after doing school in Scotland and now they are leaving again. We said goodbye today. They cried. We cried. Lots of hugging. Sigh. Now I have three more reasons to go to Seattle.

Not that long ago my friend E. and I went for a walk and she told me she was pregnant and I couldn’t say anything forever and now she’s due, like, tomorrow.

In other news, my wonderful agent had this made to surprise me and it arrived yesterday morning: 

Sticker. Shiny.