joie de vivre

A week and a day wasn't enough.

My parents came for Thanksgiving. I made a vacation out of it. We didn't travel. We didn't go to Smithsonians. We didn't see any monuments. We didn't go to any caverns or take any scenic drives.

We drank coffee. We laughed. We cooked. We ate. We savored (and not just the food). We played games. We went to see friends. Friends came to see us. We sang. We danced (in the kitchen). We watched football -- passionately. And then we did it all again.

And come to think of it, we weren't just passionate about the football. We were were passionate about all of it.

Living 1214.92 miles apart stinks. But, man, when we get together... joie de vivre.

[Smiling. Nodding.]
Yep. That's what that was.

Joie de vivre.