I will be drunk by the end of this post...I'm on mini vacation after all. Ha.

This will also be a quick, little post because there is an American Boy to hug sitting in the grown up living room, which is completely void of sippy cups and toys, waiting patiently for me. Always waiting for me, in the very best of ways. An American Boy who has not stopped smiling since Friday, when I arrived in Manchester, New Hampshire.

I haven't stopped smiling, yet, either.

And so far...

I've met a really amazing cab driver, kind and compassionate first thing in the morning as he drove me to the airport, after an amazing drunken night spent with my sister. My most wonderful sister. One of our best allies, she is. I owe her much.

I've flown, made my connections in time, my racing heart all in vain as the shuttle pulled in with time to spare.

I've lost luggage.

I've been in Manchester. And then I've been in Gloucester. With a few little towns in between.

And things look surprisingly similar to home.

And everyone has been kind and sweet, from the neighbors to the landlords to the couple who sat next to us at the restaurant famous for their roast beef.

I've met the Mom.

And I've met the sister.

And I've met the niece.

And the two dogs...one of whom kissed me repeatedly on the mouth. I didn't mind.

I've seen the middle school. And the high school. I rode shot gun through the town, taking in the sights and listening to the history. The past. I've heard more and learned more and understand more, now then ever, what makes my American Boy my boy.

And so far...

I've visited a Target.

I've been to a drug store called CVS that kicked some serious ass.

I've danced around a supermarket, finding things I've only ever seen advertised on TV.

I haven't been to an American McDonald's because, apparently, I am better than McDonald's.

I did eat at Friendly's tonight. And damn...Damn.

I have slept in. And stayed up late.

I've seen sun and lots of rain. I've said, "it's warmer in Canada" about two thousand times. Because it's uncanny.

I've found luggage. Or rather, luggage has found me.

I've been carded. And I've severely confused the poor guy with my Ontario driver's license, who has "never seen a license like that."

Ha.

I've stayed wrapped up in the arms of someone who loves me.

Of someone I love.

And I believe...

I believe we're headed for something huge.

And now...

I'm drunk.

Ha.