Monday Marianne and Clarissa came for the evening and stayed the night. We played games and laughed and ate and watched the 24th of July fireworks from the deck and it was wonderful.
Olivia and Edgar are coming to town next weekend. I asked Olivia if they'd like to come for dinner. She said, "Well...there are a lot of us."
I said, "Wait...you have kids? Never mind."
I talked her into it and I'm glad. We have had a drought of people-over-for-dinner ever since we left Washington. Did something about the arid climate turn me into a hermit? Is that a thing?
Last night we had the Porters over for dinner. They are our brand new across the street neighbors. In my email on Monday, I told Braeden we had met them all at church and that they seem like a better more talented version of our family. Braeden said, "Most families are better and more talented versions of our family, but you didn't tell me the most important part, are the daughters cute?"
Adam and I sometimes text back and forth with the information we get from Braeden when he's emailing. I told Adam what Braeden had said and he said it was weird to think they are more talented than us. He texted me, "It doesn't make any sense to compare. It just biases against visible talents. No one ever says, 'Hey, look at that invisible guy!' But that's some talent."
Which is true. We'll be grateful for our invisibility talents?
When Emma heard me say they were a better version of us, she said, "Hmph!"
So I guess that tells you a difference between Adam and Braeden and Emma.
But I digress (that could be the title of this entire blog).
We enjoyed having the Porters for dinner. It turns out we know some of the same people and we've had some parallel experiences. Their children are very similar to ours. They are our sort of people, which we already suspected, but it was confirmed over plates of pulled pork and corn on the cob and watermelon.
Life is meant to be shared over a dinner table.