Marcela's Musing

Such a great evening. Went to Connette's, chatting, catching up, wings and mozarella sticks and ice cream, mom and her bonding over plants and house plans. Strange she doesn't consider herself a success even though she's a doctor, has husband and great house and everything. Guess everything is relative--I wouldn't mind being in her shoes but then I guess she works too hard to enjoy it. Hugs, closeness, friends.