Last week was a busy one. One word that would sum up the week for us is “family”.
My niece, Donna, and her son, Connor, were here from Texas. We visited with other family members, ate (a lot), drove out in the country (a lot). We also had a private family memorial for my late sister (Donna’s mom), June. We took pictures, but I didn’t think to ask permission from everyone to post them.
We had Thanksgiving breakfast (yes, I cooked: alert the media) around the new/ old family table. Marshall mentioned how appropriate it was that Donna and Connor were here for its “christening”.
As I was preparing today’s post, I looked back on some photos of Donna and Connor’s previous visits.
Here’s a picture from 2008 of Marshall and Connor.
And the same two guys last week:
The first time I met Connor – in 2005. He was three.
And, again, a picture taken last week. He’s now 13.
Donna’s birthday was yesterday, but, while they were here, we celebrated early: with a birthday biscuit.
Our emotions ran the gamut last week: anticipation (of their arrival), joy, sadness (at June’s memorial AND when Donna and Connor left for home), but through it all, we were thankful.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 