The shortest weekend

Last weekend, our friends Mark and Terri brought their boys, Edward and Colin, out for a visit. We had a marvelous time. Mark and Jim are friends from childhood, then high school, then college. Terri and I have gotten to be good friends as well.

Moving to Wisconsin was a great move in every way, except one. Before we moved to Wisconsin, we saw Mark and Terri at least once a year. Our last couple of years in Atlanta, we drove to the Outerbanks of North Carolina and rented a house with Mark and Terri for a week in the summer. It was great - they drove from Philly, we drove from Atlanta, and sort of met in the middle.

Now that we're in the "midwest" which is code for "middle of nowhere" it's a lot harder to get to the Outerbanks. And we all know what a chore it is to fly with kids. We were delighted when Mark and Terri asked if they could come visit. Mark is a pretty funny guy - I knew it would be great for Jim's healing to see him. And for me to see Terri. She and I seem to be on the same page on most things, so we never run out of things to talk about!

Terri made dinner both nights (and yes, Jim ate everything), and we drank wine, hung out, and did...nothing. I honestly believe it was one of the shortest weekends of my life. Closely akin to the hour that LOST is on. Why is that hour shorter than every other hour in the day? Why was this weekend so short? I refuse to use the cliche "Time flies when you're having fun", but...it does seem that way.

Edward and Rachel got along famously. Jake is bigger than Colin, who is 5 months older than Jake. Figures. But Colin is walking and can keep up with the best of 'em, so he gave Jake a run for his money.

I hate it when a weekend goes so fast. I was sad after they left. I'm still sad, and it's already Tuesday. There just isn't enough time, is there?