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Absolute Delight

Imagine my surprise when I glance at the comments for my last blog entry and see a comment from my dad. This is the dad that loves his routine, that won't buy you a Christmas present if he can't find it all Walgreens, who calls Eric to tease him about Penn State even on days they win, who stays up all night worrying about his kids and calls to make sure that no we really don't let Josh play in the dryer - it WAS just that once, the dad who calls my mom when she's visiting here to ask how to use the washing machine. My dad doesn't leave blogger comments, but he did! A few simple words from my dad and I'm all full of the warm fuzzies. And yes, I even laughed out loud with sheer, absolute delight and amusement.
A few other things that bring me absolute delight, on a recent scale:
~ Hanging Christmas decorations on my tree that look like some my grandmother always had on hers. (Decorations made of straw that made Eric raise his eyebrows - "you want those?" but once on the tree look really sweet and fit right in.)
~ A puzzle snowglobe with a nativity scene inside from my sister. Yes, you know her. Greatest. Sister. Of. All. Time!
~ Carly's hair, a complete mess of curls and frizz and other Don King like tendencies (all qualities which are sure to disgust her when she's old enough to know the difference).
~ Turning the thermostat up to 90 - yes, dad I said 90!! - because the house is cold and I don't wanna be cold. And Yes, I could go put on warmer clothes but turning the heat up to 90 for a half hour to break the chill is not going to cause the Tario finances, as we know them, to implode.
~ Discovering a friend in the most unlikely of places that will allow you to complain about how homesick you are and will even go so far as to host a pretend conversation with your mom to make you feel better.
~ Knowing that when she reads that, your mom will call you to make sure you're ok and tell you she loves you and you can have a real conversation with her anytime you want.
~ Carly's face, upon discovering the Christmas tree had appeared magically in the living room during her nap, looking exactly like this :O
~ Playing WoW until 4 am because you want to test your new spec and its just plain fun.
~ Realizing that missing home this much means you're loved and love others to a measurement which cannot be defined.
~ Locking the church door when Enrichment is over and it actually went alright even though you wrote the program and gave yourself a singing part - oh, not to mention losing your keys and being unable to drive yourself home and no, not finding them anywhere and there was no spare.
~ Finding out the car dealership can make keys on the spot if you have your registration.
~ Peppy's pizza, food of wonder!
~ Ignoring the phone. A lot.
~ Josh's red cheeks when he comes in from outside, as red as apples!
~ Making a glass of hot chocolate for my little son, who at 8 years old is still my boy, and filling over the top with whipped cream, just to see his eyes dance.
~ Making a mug of similar design for myself.
~ Watching Carly dance to anything with any kind of tune, and sometimes to no tune at all.
~ Blogging.

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