Makes My Monday

I have the dearest husband  He gave me the keys to his car Friday and a pass to stay as long as I want in Denver visiting my sister, Nina, for her birthday. 

So I got to Nina's house Friday night.  Stayed up talking  'til around midnight.

Went to Nina's birthday breakfast Saturday morning with my Mom and my other sister, Donna, and some of our dearest friends in the world -- where we closed down the breakfast crowd catching up with one another -- talking and talking and talking.

Then went back to Nina's and spent a good chunk of the afternoon visiting with Nina and my Mom -- drinking tea and mocha -- and talking.

After which my strong son, Kevvy came over and helped us rearrange Nina's living room.  Which took about 45 minutes -- but then, Kevvy stayed another couple hours and joined in some more talking. 

Which Nina and I continued doing -- talking, that is -- and watching old episodes of Ghost Hunters until 10:30, when we called it a night, because we had to get up early for Mass on Sunday.

After which, I got to catch up with some of the best friends in the world at our old parish.  And did just a little more talking.

Then, went back to Nina's, changed clothes, grabbed lunch at Chipoltle's and went to the cemetery to pray for the Souls in Purgatory -- which we did, in the midst of some (certainly!) uplifting and moderate conversation, in which she and I were the only ones talking.  (Thank goodness!)

Got home in time to freshen up and head out to dinner with Kevvy at 5:30.  Had some great food and less than an Irishman's portion of porter and red ale, and talked until 9:30.

And now it's late Sunday evening and I'm sitting here at Nina's computer typing in my pjs.  I still haven't had a chance to catch up with the rest of my brothers and sisters here in Denver -- and I haven't hardly seen my Dad yet. But, I have until Wednesday to finish up my visiting before I'll be heading home.

And you're probably wondering why I'm killing you with all these details on a Makes My Monday post.  Why don't I just say I'm so happy I got to make this trip and to spend time with my sister for her birthday weekend?  And I'm so blessed that I have a husband who would think to suggest I do it and to spend as much time as I like! And I love my friends and my family!  Why am I dragging this on?

Well, it's because I thank God for all those things.  But they aren't what make my Monday. And the details were necessary to drive home the point that...

...what really, really makes my Monday is that...

...after suffering five days last week with laryngitis...


 I got my voice back!

"Woot!" as the boys would say.


(But, I think there's a good chance I may lose it again before I get home...)

*Definitely run over and see Cheryl for more Makes My Monday posts!