the vandervoortex
June 12, 2008
Mom and Dad just returned from their trip to CT/NY. I’m thrilled they’re back, but heartbroken they had to leave the Vandervoorts. Franny always cries now when you say goodbye and it just about kills us all. It’s not a whiney annoying cry; it’s the sweetest, quietest, sincerest (I’m sure these are not real words) cry that makes you want to turn your body inside out. I love her like she was mine, along with that gorgeous 3 year old Henry whose birthday we have missed yet again. I hate mailing gifts. I want to be able to drive into their driveway and it not be a big deal that I’m there. I wish they were tired of me or used to me being around. It really sucks, but it’s also really great to love them like this. I get so jealous of Ben’s family because they’re all here and get to borrow each other’s weedeaters and powerwashers. Jess, I know you’ll never have either of these tools, but I would love to think that if you had one I could come get it.
