Despite our five-month-long effort to prepare the backyard for a big bash celebrating my father-in-law’s 70th birthday, we spent the entire evening inside on account of rain.
Of course it rained!
Yet, there is still much to be grateful for. Above all, Bill was surprised by the event and had a wonderful evening, which was the point. And even though we were not able to enjoy our backyard for the party, there will be other opportunities for that and the work needed to be done anyway.
Do you remember the sand pit? The previous owners of our house left an empty space where they used to have an above-ground pool.
Today, you would not have known such a wreck had existed. Though we had help from landscapers, let me brag on Chuck for building that wooden retaining wall entirely on his own.
There will be other parties and gatherings to enjoy in this space, but it wasn’t meant to be Saturday night. Instead, we sang Happy Birthday and socialized inside the house, which was fine in the end.
Actually, there was one in the family who enjoyed the patio Saturday night, yet he was small enough to fit under the eave and stay dry.
This is how I spent my birthday:
My 35th birthday was magnificent. Thanks to all who were a part of it either in person or in spirit. *Much love*
If there is one thing my sister and I are grateful for it is our boys’ ability to interact with one another as if they see each other all the time and not just twice a year. They love each other so dearly despite the distance. There have never been reintroductions or urgings to play. As soon as these four are in the same room, they are off and running. And then there are major tears when it’s time to leave. As usual, Thanksgiving went by too quickly.
Photos from the 2012 North vs. South game tomorrow!
It really was a merry Christmas. I have more than 500 photos to prove it. Here is the best one:
It was also a very loud Christmas – because of them:
Many blessings to you and yours for the new year. See you in 2012.
It’s been a long-standing tradition to visit the family cemetery on Mother’s Day weekend to decorate the gravesite of Grandma (Georgia) Miller. As most of you know, Chuck lost his mother last fall so we had even more reason to keep the tradition going.
After paying our respects, we walked around the cemetery identifying family plots. The earliest member we could find was born in 1843. For record keeping, I took photos of every headstone that bore the family name and quizzed Bill (Chuck’s father) on how we’re related. Every time we told Jeremy how So-and-So was related to him, he’d ask, “Did he fight in the Civil War?” Our little history buff is going to love our summer trip to Washington D.C.