Waiting

Tomorrow, the clan gathers and I can’t wait.

My nephew is getting married on Saturday so everyone is coming home tomorrow evening.

The piece of guitar is a relic of DougsJB’s. It’s not waiting for anything other than the bin. But I’m leaving it there, waiting, because it makes me think of him.

LongLegs has been gone the longest. He went in the first few days of September.

And although cramming the growing-up family into the car for a journey takes adjustment, I can’t wait.