Today was a busy day. I woke up early to get a head start on it.
After getting a few things done at home - I headed to a bridal shower - Greg's cousin's daughter is marrying my cousin's son. It was a must-go. It was written in red on our calendar.
From there - I ran to buy a belated birthday pie for my dad, and then to Costco - something you normally couldn't pay me to do on a Saturday afternoon...but there was no way around it. It was as bad as you probably imagine.
Home again - time to unload the groceries, a quick walk around the block to get my steps in, and then off to a graduation party for George's youngest, also written in red. I dropped off my family - and ran over to my dad's for a visit, pie delivery and some humble pie (you're getting quite a bit of grey hair, kid. Says my dad. Dad! You're supposed to comment that I've lost weight. Oh, he says - I noticed that, but you still have a ways to go. Laugh. Now you know where my bluntness come from - it was a good laugh) before I returned to the party myself.
George's youngest. Her boyfriend drove from North Dakota to be there for her graduation. Her bags are packed - and he'll be driving her to Minnesota tomorrow morning bright and early. This makes eight of George's eleven kids living in Minnesota. What's up with that?
My husband's family lives mostly in Minnesota as well - his mom and dad, and five of his siblings. What's up with that? My husband's youngest sister, however, lives here and we got to see her and her too quickly growing son at the graduation party. He loves to blow raspberries.
The bigger kids played on George's merry-go-round.
This threesome played guitar and it was wonderful. Even after the wind and rain blew the power out. We ended up leaving the party before it got too hard to find our shoes.
Graduation parties are a great time for catching up with friends and family. These two (aunts to my husband, married to George's brothers) were catching up with others by way of photos on the phone.
Back when I graduated we used to pull out real live photographs from our purses and wallets.