Yesterday was a deeply fun day. I know that Deep and Fun don't always dance together, but for me yesterday, they did.
Anacortes is our heart home, there is no doubt. One of our heart homes, at least. While we all move around the planet quite a bit lately, Anacortes is the place where we are the most likely to all end up together, most likely in the kitchen.
Yesterday was such a day, with the added deliciousness of more loved ones joining in, including my kids' grandma, with whom I had not spent much time in the last 16 years.
There was peach pie making (gluten free and gluten filled), lavender drying, stories telling, corn roasting, nail painting, dogs running around, and more.
Barely a week after I signed on the dotted line, making this house officially my home (that's a whole story really worth telling, once I am able to get it from my heart to the keyboard), there we were all, celebrating, baking, eating.
All three of my kids in one place for the day.
Pies out of the oven, corn on the table, more food all over the place, we enjoyed the fruits of our work during a truly LOVEly dinner.
I was in heaven and I could have sat there a week or two. I tried to press the slow motion button, and for a while, it almost worked.
But life keeps on moving, and pretty soon the pace picked up again and it was time to clear the table.
This is when I heard them. For the first time in several years. Three words which used to be as much part of dinner as a shaker of salt. Three words that have a very particular tone to them, three words which used to make me a bit on edge, but suddenly last night tasted better than Ben & Jerry's ice cream:
"Mom.... I setttttttttt!"
Read: Mom .... I set the table and I should not be made to clear it.
Read: Someone else should clear the table.
This from the lips of a 24 year old who looked just as giddily surprised as I was to hear these words jump out of her mouth.
Yesterday, was a very happy day.
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