Friday we went to Dillon's wedding. It was a wonderful occasion and I was delighted to see Stephanie. We've been friends a long time and we've seen each other through some things and we've shared a lot of our lives while we pounded the pavement around our neighborhood with Squire, her pug. I miss walks with Stephanie (and Squire) but I'm infinitely grateful that they have a house in Sundance now so we get to see each other occasionally.
After the wedding we went to their lodge for a lunch and it was beautiful and we enjoyed it. We were completely hemmed in by other cars when it was time to leave and Adam thought his Subaru could go through a crazy small and rocky space and Braeden was egging him on and a woman whose van was parked nearby was increasingly nervous about the foolhardy man in the Subaru and his encouraging son. Gavin, who was going back to PG with us to hang out with Mark for the evening, just laughed and shook his head.
People moved their vehicles and we made it out in one piece.
(There are certain people who shouldn't have Subarus and Adam is one of them.)
We picked Mark up from rehearsal and the smile on his face when he saw Gavin in the back seat could melt chocolate. I had printed two copies of this picture and put each in a frame. I gave them to Mark and Gavin.
I took the picture one day years ago when I threw caution to the wind and took those two to the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle. I should take a picture of them now. They're big and getting increasingly broad shouldered and they behave much better than they used to (they were wild boys!) but they are still sweet boys and the best of friends.
Having Gavin around feels as familiar as having my own kids around and hearing Mark and Gavin laugh was one of the high points of the weekend.
Adam and I got them pizza and we went out to dinner.
It was a classy Thai restaurant. You could tell it was classy because the decor was taped together with Scotch tape.
The food was delicious and the company was good so who am I to complain?
Saturday we had a work day in the yard. Adam pressure washed the deck and furniture and he and Mark moved everything up from its winter home below. Mark and I pulled the cushions out of hibernation and I filled up my weed bucket a few times. We're in that early stage when the warm sun feels lovely. In a few months it will feel more like punishment.
That night, because it was apparently that kind of weekend, we went to dinner again. This time it was with Cortney and Jordan and it was fun to catch up with them. We visited long after our fish tacos were gone and sort of lost track of time. I felt sorry we were so long because poor little Emma had food poisoning and we'd promised a visit to her.
We high tailed it to Provo to give her our love and hugs and clean up Loki which had had to bear the brunt of the food poisoning. What's parenthood about if not to show up at times like that?
Sunday was a perfect weather day. (Although Braeden whined he was too hot and I said, "You need to toughen up! This is only the beginning!" Then two minutes later I went inside because it was too hot.)
We ate on the deck and ate food that felt like summer food (including strawberry shortcake).
Sam joined us and he is leaving this week to go back to Switzerland for the spring. We asked him what food he was most looking forward to eating. He said, "Non-alcoholic beer."
I remembered we had some so one of the boys put it in the fridge. Adam had bought some months ago for a chili recipe.
Later, after dinner and soaking up vitamin D on the deck and then playing Mölkky, which Adam won because he always wins, we came back inside. The boys cracked open the bottles of non-alcoholic beer. Braeden took one drink and spit it out in the sink. "That is terrible!" he said. Mark had the same reaction.
"This is good," Sam drawled in his Swiss accent that manages to make everything sound interesting. Then he asked Mark if he could drink the rest of his.
Braeden and Mark were amazed Sam liked it. Sam wanted to know where we'd found it. Braeden kept trying to find things to eat or drink to get the taste out of his mouth.
Mark said, "Well Mom, you know your boys will never be beer drinkers."
So there's that.
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