The newlyweds are back! After a lovely honeymoon cruise they invited us all–and I do mean all–over for a gift opening party. Wooohooo!
And these two cuties have a ton of wonderful friends, so there were a million gifts.
So many practical things that everyone needs when they are just starting out…
and some very sweet, personal gifts from some a few dear friends.
It was so lovely to hear the notes that friends and family sent in the STACK of cards they received. And they read every one.
When the youngsters were about halfway through all the presents, they took a break and made us Rootbeer and/or Creamsicle floats. I’m not usually a carbonated drink fan, but on a hot summer day–and with the right rootbeer (A&W of course!) I can indeed be persuaded.
Looks like we were just not entertaining enough for Magoo. He loves his Aunt April.
I asked my girl just today, what she thought of this married life stuff.
She said, “Mom, it’s positively perfect.”
Well, I’d say it’s your turn honey.
Funny how marriage just suits some folks–isn’t it?
Maybe it makes me a total geek, but I swear, having a big bag of the most scrumptious, soft, fluffy Caron yarn…
well…it makes my heart pound right out of my chest. In fact, I get a little endorphin rush every time I walk past it, and see it all just sitting there, waiting for me to do something with it.
No, it didn’t take long. I fell into the smooth wavy ripple again, only this time, the project is twice the size as the last one. A grown-up blanket that needs to be finished before a certain girly-girl does that…wedding thing.
So, along with all the lists and assignments and check marks and schedules and crazy excitement that comes with a daughter getting married, this gift of mama-love has a ticking clock attached to it.
Lucky for me the peaceful, soothing rhythm–the waves of 4 up and 4 down, over and over, times a million–make this the perfect de-stressing therapy for my silly little soul.
So, in those taking-a-break moments—and sometimes they are just moments–you can be sure that this pretty thing will be in my hands, warming my lap, not to mention my heart.