My parents were here this weekend for my nephew's wedding. They stayed with us, which was lovely. Especially for Sammy. He absolutely loved having the grandparents stay. He told EVERYONE he encountered, whether known or not, that his Grandma and Grandpa, "the ones from New Mexico, not the ones from Idaho" were coming to visit. He was so proud. And it was lovely for him to remember them a little more, instead of just through my words and the pictures we have.
There is so much I would love to say about this weekend, but can't, family dynamics being, well, family dynamics. I will say this, however. My parents seem older, but I chalk that up to me actually feeling older. And at one point during their stay, I turned to my brother and said, in full ear shot of my dad, "I sometimes wonder who's kid I really am". I think, at that point, the conversation was centering around guns and hunting and country music. I was only slightly kidding. If the familial resemblance wasn't so blatant, I would wonder more. I seem so different from them and my siblings most of the time, it's a little humorous. But, then, my mom and I got into a conversation about whole foods and eating locally and I felt the balance right itself a little. Whew. The wedding itself was beautiful. And the weather was actually gorgeous for it.
Last night we had our friends, Lora and Dave, over for dinner. Soup, salad and the best brownies I've ever had in my life. I knew a girl named Jane, once, when I lived in Provo, who gave me the recipe. As I was flipping through recipes last week, it was discovered that in the 12 years we'd been married, I'd never made them from Isaac. Which is a crying shame. So we rectified that yesterday. And 'made' Dave and Lora join us in the evil (butter, 4 eggs and 2 bags of chips - one chocolate and one butterscotch...eeep!). It was lovely to just sit and talk to Lora, though. I am blessed with the best of girlfriends.
Saturday, we picked up 100 strawberry starts from a neighbor of my sister. 100, people. And I had every intention of spreading them out, outside this morning to stay until we can get them planted on Friday, but it started raining yesterday and has yet to stop. Sigh. Hopefully they will hang on until we can get the first garden boxes up and the starts transferred in. And then? So many strawberries in the years to come. Yippee!
Today I need to straighten a little and start my new book club book (The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton). And start figuring out a rough timeline for our upcoming vacation. These are the to dos I'm happy to tackle.
(long way to go, liam finn)