Last Friday my mom flew in to visit for the weekend. It was so nice to see her, but let me remind you that Josh and I live in a 2 story apartment with no doors or windows. That is, it can be difficult being on your best behavior for three days without a break.

Well Josh was wonderful- a trouper really. He picked my mom up from the airport and entertained her Friday; including taking her to Smoque- a restaurant she saw on a Food Network Show and wanted to try while she was in town. The airport-to-home-to-Smoque-to-home venture totaled three bus rides and three train rides; pretty natural for Joshy, but quite out of the ordinary for my rural/suburban/western mom.

Well, the first three hours of her visit were quite indicative of the weekend as a whole. It was busy, we ran all over town, we did some sightseeing, we ate at some amazing restaurants, we braved the crowds for the Harry Potter exhibit, and Josh was a perfect host the entire time, though I could tell he was plumb worn out by Sunday night.

Monday morning I left for work so the responsibility of getting my mom to the airport fell, once again, on Josh's shoulders, but he never complained.

On my way home from work Monday night I stopped to pick up a small thank you gift for him, nothing special, just a case of cold beer I thought he might like. When he saw it his face broke into a wide smile and he ran to the kitchen. He pulled an ice cold bottle of rum from the freezer and said he'd picked it up for me, thinking I might like a cool drink after such a long weekend.