Sunday

in the midst of unpacking Sunday, i was bent over into a large box in the kitchen, pulling out pots, pans and the like.

i felt a poke in my side. a slight poke, but there was something touching me. i looked to see whether i had inadvertantly moved into the corner of the island or something else.

nope.

he was just letting me know he was there, and he was happy i was there. an Uncle Rich poke.