In August we had a visitor! We were beside ourselves with joy.
Cathy--or Caffie, as Anya called her (among other things, Little Caf, etc)--made the trek by plane AND car to the deep South. We hope she will come back. She watched our kids while we went on dates, packed a one-year old up Stone Mountain, sat in the back-seat and entertained our girls on long drives, washed the dishes and occupied our children. She even talked to John one night when he went off on a topic, and you know how he can go off. I tired of the conversation WAY before she did. Now, I know I will soon be flooded with comments on how YOU can get Cathy to visit you . . .
