*Happy sigh*
My son Matthew, his wife MaryAnn, 12 year old Isabella and 8 year old Faith spent the last week visiting me.  Neil was here as well.  It was a wonderful week.  I had house full of talk and laughter, there were kids and dogs underfoot, projects going on, movies on DVD I hadn't seen (most notably Stardust and some Dr. Who episodes) and people all around the supper table in the evening.  We also toasted marshmallows at a campfire out back of the barn a couple of evenings.  I learned how to make a s'more!   

There was one disappointment.  Matthew had located and purchased an entire Dr. Who series that ran in 1971.  We were living in England at the time.  I saw every episode on the telly except the final one that answered all questions, resolved all problems and wrapped everything up with a bow.  I missed it because I was at the maternity hospital giving birth to Matthew.  He could only purchase it on VHS tape and my tape player died months ago.  I couldn't watch it!  Next time he comes, I'll ask him to pretty, pretty please bring the tapes with him again and I will have a VHS player that works so I can see the whole thing.