Technically I am away at an eight-day intensive training this week, teaching Episcopal priests and lay leaders about congregation development.
Actually, since the conference is only about a 40 minute drive from Seattle, I went AWOL before dinner last night (we had the night off) to come back home and provide emergency parent relief to Andrew, who suffered through what was obviously the peak of J's first serious cold without backup on Monday night.
It's a lovely thing to walk in the door and experience someone who is so glad to see me that she has to kick her legs and laugh out loud. Even if she is covered in snot and liable to cough unmentionable things up onto my shirt.
But sweet baby J had a much better night last night, and currently the two souls dearest to mine are nose-to-nose and fast asleep as I head back "out of town" this morning.