The F-Word: Fun!

In just a few hours, I will be en route to the airport!  Am I flying to another tropical, luscious destination?  Sadly no, but that is just fine with me because I am picking up precious passengers instead!  Two of my dearest friends, whom I studied abroad  with in Italy, are arriving today for a five-night stay.  It is hard to believe that it has been six years since I, a college senior, traipsed through the streets of Florence with these two beauties.  Our friendship, luckily, has persevered not only through the years but varying geographic locations as well.  Last year, we all rendezvoused in Nicole's current city of Los Angeles; this year is Dallas, and hopefully next year will find us in Danielle's area, Denver.    

One of my favorite things to do is entertain, and so I spent the morning frantically cleaning, followed by yoga to calm down, and then grocery shopping and flower buying galore.  I think in the pre-guest panic, it is easy to lose sight of the true anticipation -- reinvigorating friendships and family bonds.  It really doesn't matter if my crown molding is dusty or if I didn't find the time to bake breakfast scones (two of my current worries).  All will be forgotten when the girls arrive and the fun commences.

While mopping under my nightstand, in the midst of my whirlwind cleaning, I came upon this:

Tucked away for later

Dreaming of fetch

Now the Milt Dog knows how to have a good time; he takes after my dad whom I quoted in the title of this post, "The real F-word is fun!"  For myself, I have struggled with the art of relaxation quite a bit throughout my life, so that is yet another lesson our doodle has truly shown me.  That being said, I will certainly enjoy my friends' visit, but I am pretty certain that Milt Dog will be ecstatic; he knows what the truly important things in life are.