Just wanted to write a little of the good and bad, or maybe I should say sad. My Air Force son, Brok, his wife, Candice, Hunter and Hailey just left and the house is very quiet, even my little dog is sleeping. The house is all put back together; I did enjoy their little messes.
I had a great time being a mom, a grandmother and even hopefully being a good mother-in-law for the last day and a half.
David and I fixed an Oreo cheesecake, a special order for Brok on Monday night. I fixed beef enchiladas for lunch on Tuesday and Candice asked me if I had ever had buttermilk pie. I said yes, and then she commented about someone talking about it, so we decided that I should make one for her to try. So I did, it did turn out pretty good. She is now a fan of Buttermilk pie. We had all of the local family here for dinner except for a couple of people. We missed Angela and Joseph! David grilled salmon (yummy), wild rice, lima beans, salad, and rolls.
I’ve decided there are no words that compare to “goodnight Mom, I love you”. What simple words they are and I seem to never grow too old to stop wanting to hear those precious words. As I stood in the driveway waving goodbye to the 4 of them I always seem to remember waving goodbye to my Granny as she stood waving from her “grand” front porch. The thought always brings back such sweet memories and maybe a part of me thinks that she is there in some way. With the way time is flying by these days, the next ten years will be here before I know it. I know you all probably have very special times with your grandparents – at least I sure hope you do.
My sewing room is in a bit of a mess right now. I have been coming and going so much lately that things have not made it back to their little home yet. My computer died over the weekend and I had to fly over to Microcenter in the Galleria area on Monday night for a diagnosis and repair. I hope to hear something tomorrow so for now, I’m using David’s computer, but mainly my phone and it is too little. It has been a long time since I’ve posted anything and I’ve decided that I enjoy my journaling.
Friday morning I pick up my mom as we head to Wimberly for a cousin reunion at the Wimberly Quilt Ranch. We have named our group the Great Eight. It has a rather catchy ring to it. I get to load up food and sewing stuff again. I do love my sewing time. I’m off to get some stuff done.
Hugs and stitches,