Zoey's Home! Look out!

Zedder's home! And we're pretty excited, not quite as excited as she is but terribly excited nonetheless. She's been a bee hive of activity. Hugs, and laughs and laps around the living room, and talk, talk, talk ever since she got home. It's been hilarious. We've had a fun afternoon full of two days worth of catching up...that's a lot. The three of us ate each other up in great big giant chomps. We played on the floor...the kitchen floor, the living room floor, the bedroom floor...We played on the couch, at the kitchen table, and in the sink. We colored and we played with blocks and we watched hockey. That's right, we watched hockey...and somewhere right out of the blue Zoey pointed at the television and clearly said, "hockey," and I nearly choked.

"She just say hockey?" I yelled at June in the kitchen. "She just said hockey."

"What," June said.

"She just said hockey," I replied with some urgency. "Zoey," I asked, "what are you watching?"

"Hockey," she said, again, clearly.

Yeah, she did.

She pointed at the television and said without any hesitation or any odd inflection, "hockey." Welcome home Zo, nice to see you, now knock me over. That's a pretty regular thing but for some reason this one threw me for a loop.



We had a lot of fun today, and then much too quickly Zoey had to go to bed. June was bummed out. Mom obviously wanted more of her daughter, when she knew that she couldn't have it, not tonight. It was bedtime much too early after two days of no Zo. Right now I can hear the two of them talking and giggling in the darkness of Zo's bedroom and I can't stop smiling. Zo's home.