Brian has been back in the US for a couple weeks. I’ve been picking him up and dropping him off at the airport a lot as he’s had some meetings around the US. The other day on the way to pick him up – I hadn’t seen him since early August – I started thinking about reuniting. How many times have I been reunited with him over the years?
We started out going to college very far apart. After an eight hour drive (pre-cell phones) I don’t really remember how we connected but I can picture him coming out a side door of Douglass Houghton Hall. Always in a plaid flannel shirt during that part of his life, I couldn’t wait to get my arms around him. And I vividly remember the feeling of flannel on my cheek.
So many times I’ve picked him up at O’hare and I’ve experienced the little flutter of excitement in my stomach as I look through the crowd for him. So many times we’ve spotted each other and locked eyes and smiled. And then there were the times when I had little Bea in tow and he would rush to her and scoop her up and it was the sweetest thing imaginable. Sometimes he would have been gone a few days and sometimes he would have been gone up to a couple weeks or more like this most recent time.
And then I thought about reunions at home – when he would burst out of the elevator at our Swiss apartments and I can picture the girls’ excitement and my relief. Sometimes we would meet him at the train station and I would spot him on the platform before the train came to a stop and I would get that same rush of happiness.
There is a flip side to spending so much time apart and that is reunion. I don’t like missing my husband but getting back together is like making up after an argument. It is emotional and affirming.
We took a trip to Midland to reunite with moms and sisters last weekend. And I took almost no photos (why???). Here’s a sweet photo of Brian and his mom and some delicious pastries.

And here is a very artistic silhouette photo that Joan took about a minute after that photo above.

This is a nice sunset view from my mom’s apartment balcony. That’s the Tridge lit up in the middle.

Jennifer and I got to go to an antique store. She made me buy some bracelet charms and I made her buy this cool Georges Briard cheese board. Ha! Then we went back to mom’s apartment and made a cheese board dinner. A fun trip!

Back at home Brian is getting to know Pauline. He’s very patient with the kittens.

I tried a new sewing pattern. I made a bed sheet muslin – it’s a chemise style nightie called the Chloe Dress and Top.

I had some help in the sewing room. This one is always giving me a look that says “Pick me up, snuggle me”.

Asters from a walk to the lake with Brian.

Bugs like my Zinnias.


My rose hips.

I made a new wreath out of the little cinnamon scented brooms that Trader Joe’s sells.


Petra enjoying the sunshine.

When I was in Midland Jennifer shared some pear and ginger sauce that she made. It was delicious and so I had to make some for myself. Mmmmm.

One last photo, my shiny teakettle is back to work. It’s getting chilly and that means I like to wrap my hands around a warm mug of tea multiple times a day.

I have to go pick Brian up from the airport in about an hour – another reunion.


































































































































































