Adios, Cole.

I'm not a fan of goodbye's. At all. In fact, they might be my very least favorite thing. They rank somewhere below dentist appointments. Seriously. Not. A. Fan.

So this past Sunday wasn't my favorite day of the summer because we had to say goodbye to our friend, Cole. For the past several weeks he's taken up residence in our extra bedroom while he worked for the summer with Griff. 

If you know me you know there are few things I love more than a full house or a full dinner table. Every bedroom occupied. Every chair filled. It's the best. And Cole is family. Perhaps not in the literal sense but who really wants to be that nit picky? 

We actually got quite a bit accomplished during his stay. I tried some new recipes. (Eggplant is not a crowd pleaser. Grilled chicken with honey mustard dressing is.) It may have been established that caucasian men might not be the best candidates for certain hair styles. But if you ever do find yourself with a head full of wax palmolive does the trick. We laughed. A lot. I think we even solved a few of life's bigger problems. 

And then on Sunday it was time for him to pack up his stuff and head back home. The house was too quiet. The table was too empty. But all good things must come to an end, right? I don't really see why but that's neither here nor there. 

Thanks for a great summer Cole. We miss you. Don't forget that there's always a place at our table and room down the hall.