The little moments,,,

I arrived home late last night to find a package on my desk. It was a package of apples sent to me from an orchard in NY. How cool is that?

I've been dreaming all week about this weekend. It's homecoming. Christina and Ellen are coming in tomorrow night before we trek up the Williams B & B in Cville.

We need this weekend, We need each other. It's the little moments that excite me.

Moral of the Story:

That good old song of Wah-hoo-wah--we'll sing it o'er and o'er
It cheers our hearts and warms our blood to hear them shout and roar
We come from old Virginia, where all is bright and gay
Let's all join hands and give a yell for the dear old UVa.
Chant
Wah-hoo-wah, wah-hoo-wah! Uni-v, Virginia!
Hoo-rah-ray, hoo-rah-ray, ray, ray--U-Va!
Verse 2 [8]
What though the tide of years may roll, and drift us far apart
For alma mater still there'll be a place in every heart.
In college days we sing her praise, and so, when far away,
In memory we still shall be at the dear old U-Va.