Last week I had two browser tabs open with round-trip tickets ready to be booked for Korea or LA. I was thisclose to clicking, but ended up closing both tabs instead. It's gonna be a week of vegging at home.

Jon and Bekah visited last week, and Sarah tagged along when they came to see Myung. Sarah's finishing up her senior year of college and looking into finding a job, but she hadn't changed a bit, still the little kid. Of course, the little kid was now engaged and talking about her wedding plans. What in the world. Myung told her to come to church, and she said that she would try. I didn't see her on Sunday.

I did see a lot of food, though. After church, we had a buffet brunch for Ravee's birthday. And for dinner, we had Lou Malnati's for James and Jane's farewell. I was telling Charlie how I had gained something like fifteen pounds in the past two years, and Artie said, "You do seem beefier." Thanks. I don't own a scale, so I don't keep track of how much I weigh, and now I don't particularly want to, either.

So is it ok for me to start losing track of my age, too? When I saw my dad a few weeks ago, he said, "It's about time for you to get married." And instead of laughing it off like I usually do, I just said yes. Time keeps flying by, and I feel just as immature as I've ever felt.

A couple of days ago, Myung, Artie, and I took Che to the Niles North parking lot and handed over the wheel. She is just learning to drive and we circled that parking lot like Conan circling Bieber. She parked and parked and parked some more, avoiding my toes and a Slurpee cup. Afterwards, we celebrated by taking her to Portillo's, where she could eat and dry off her sweat-soaked fleece. I'm usually not a sentimental person, but little Che's growing up.

I'm definitely not a touchy-feely person, either, but for whatever reason, I always make an exception for Bekah. Whenever I say goodbye, I hug her as tightly as I can, holding on until the heartbeat fades slowly into the past.