just returned from ringing in my grandpa’s 90th birthday in lake tahoe with 19 family members from all around the globe. it was perfection.
lots of homemade cookies, absolutely perfect weather (the kind of sun you WANT to sit in), lots of laughs, talks, walks, good coffee (we brought our own, of course), my sister in law’s to-die-for chocolate cake, a boat ride, sand, swim, blue-green water, a 5-mile hike along emerald bay to visit grandma’s resting place, and the dreamy soaking in of those auntie, uncle, mom, dad, grandpa, cousin, brother, sister, niece, husband, son faces and hearts that have always been burned deep into me. pure love.
(miss my cat though now that i’m home again)
you had me at homemade cookies. glad you had fun.
Sounds like the way a vacation is meant to be. Bravo.
i’m still so sorry about your little calico. i still look for cats in places they used to occupy…. it just gets less painful over time….