Back from the family idyll long enough to drive in to teach. But my mind is longing for the moment I will be back home again. My fam scatter for the day and we all return from work or adventures to congregate around the dining table to share the lovely supper N&H have made for us all. Pictured, another in the last-rose-of-summer sequence found just today.
We wake in our hotel, wish my son a happy birthday, and drive over to a family brunch at my brother’s (the proud poppa of the bride and bursting-with-joy grandpoppa of her new baby.) Then we offspring, grand- and great-grand-kids descend on Mom. Here she is pictured with my two of her great-grands. She is proudly introduced to the new members of our family, bestowing her blessings one by one on the new baby, new wife, new fiance, and, with her equanimity, on us all. We sit and chat until the chill in the air drives us inside, and the approach of evening starts us driving home. A lovely day.
The delight of almost-standing starts the day, and delight is our touchstone as the hours unfurl. The weather is unexpectedly warm, our band of musicians– me and my truelove, brother, and son– parade the bride & groom and assembled guests to a seaside park for the ceremony, and then we celebrate with delicious food and drink. The amount of happiness in the room tips the explodo-meter to the point of delirium. We linger late to savor our love and luck.
And they arrive– my brother first, my daughter, son, her family, his new wife. Tonight we gather and tomorrow we will drive north for a reunion of the clan, for a welcome wedding, to greet and meet those we have known so long, and the new faces that they hold dear. We sit up late around a backyard bonfire and revel in our joy.