The Match

One of the things about my mom, and all my mom's family actually, is that they love tennis. Mama and Aunt Cari actually talk on the phone during the US Open and Wimbeldon and all that, talking gibberish about so and so's game and what a brat Andy Roddick is. So, for a special treat while we we're in the desert, they got to go by themselves to watch a whole day of pro tennis at the tournament happening over there. They were in heaven. No husbands, no kids, and all tennis.


This is Raphael Nadal. They got real close to him. Too close, says my dad.


This was a very special day of bonding for my mom because Aunt Cari, Uncle Brad and the baby Ondine have now left the country and moved far far away to the Lord of the Rings land of New Zealand. They don't live here anymore. This is crazy to think of and sad in the heart even though we are excited for this new adventure in their lives. We miss them more than ever, knowing how out of reach they are. You hear that guys? We miss you! We love you! We can still talk and email and blog! Good luck to you. Good luck to us all.