three for three

Last night H and I had the fortune of meeting a certain upstate-New York blogger, his lovely wife and their two beautiful children.

The family squeezed in a meeting with the Chicago contingent of our little blogging community during their whirlwind trip to the Midwest, and though they warned us of some impending too-much-time-in-the-car, nap-deprived, two-hours-past-bedtime meltdown, no such thing occurred. Within the first thirty seconds, we were chatting as though we'd known each other for years—which, if you think about it, we actually have. After three years of reading his posts, we knew a lot about Omar as well as a bit about their son and daughter, but The Wife has always sort of been a mystery. (She's even cooler than we had hoped.) But the highlight of the evening for me was when The Boy told his mom he'd like a hug from me, and was too shy to ask. I was delighted to oblige.

On the way home, H remarked that I'm pretty lucky when it comes to meeting blog friends: Both Jon and Jazz were great to hang out with in real life, and I try to see them whenever I can. Hopefully we can get more face time with Omar and family, but he's vowed not to attempt a second road trip out this way for another ten years. I can't say I blame him, so H and I will have to make our way into their neck of the woods sometime very soon.