These are the days.

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We had a tornado warning today.  Allie Nana and I were floating in the pool at Nanas apartment when we heard thunder.   So as directed we immediately left and headed back to Moms place.  Allie looked through the paper for apts, while nana and I admired her.  We chuckled and then ALlie left to head to work.  5 minutes later we read about the warning.  Nana and I packed up her stuff and headed back to my house.  (we have a basement.)  Jack was s till at CYC camp not expected home until 3.  His TSS was bringing him home and he was safe tucked in tight at the cyc basement.  Missi called to check on us as we scurried around shutting windows and waiting for funnel clouds.  The storm passed with no more than a few drops of rain.  Our sweet boy came home from camp.  Then Nana and Jack played a few games of checkers while I made MEATLOAF.
My hubbie came home, Missi came home and then left just as quick to get her hair done at the mall.  Andy headed upstairs to finish up some last minute work.
I took Nana home, we ate dinner, ANdy worked in the yard, I gave Jack a bath.
I did two loads of laundry, talked to my brother Danny, cleaned up from dinner, chatted with Missi again.
Now I am sittting in bed with both of my boys reading their books.
Andy is reading reckless Endangerment by Robert K Tenenbaum
Jack is reading Teamwork in Tonkatown by Hasbro.
I am reflecting on what a super day it really was.  How lucky I am, and how someday.... This day... will be the day..... I want back.

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