Over the last two weeks, Hubs and I spent more hours in the company of our adult children than at any other point in the past ten years. This togetherness warmed my cold, black heart and churned out happy memories faster than the doors close in the Paris Metro.
It also sent each of us, Hubs excepted, into at least one mini-meltdown.
Napoleon said armies travel on their stomachs. So, apparently, do Rosens. We turn cranky when hungry or thirsty but don't all require or want sustenance at the same hour. One man's sandwich is another's waste of time. Not everyone needs three cups of coffee to start the day. Some people don't consider dessert a necessity of life.
We've taken trains, planes, and a Ferris wheel, climbed a mountain of stairs, and one of us, for a whole minute, wished she'd never left home.
But I'm glad I did.