thankful

After a week of My Boy being home now, I am eternally grateful that he made it home back to me, and of course to his family and friends too. I wish I was able to dip into his personal Pensieve and see all of his memories firsthand, but hopefully over time he will recount new stories for me as I am eager to listen and hear the tales. Someday I hope to be able to go on adventures just him and I, and see remarkable sights together.

weird.

It is strange to watch events play out that I used to attend. I don't know if I am offended, surprised, or just intrigued that I was not asked to be there. I guess I am more interested in the reasoning from the people who put it on.

The Boy Who Survived Death

Never have I been sucked into a series since The Babysitters Club, as much as I have with the Harry Potter books. I don't know what it is about the stories, but they capture so much emotion, suspense, thrills, adventure and fantasy. I feel like kind of a nerd--and not a nerd that is going dress up and march off to a convention and start practicing spells on friends or anything, but am intrigued by the specials on television and hearing people's theories..just for fun though.

That is what I have been looking forward to at the end of my days these past weeks, as time ticks by and I wait for My Boy to come home, it's three teenage friends of mine that I spend time with in the late hours...wow I AM a nerd.