Monday, June 18, 2012
now with bow tie
After Max's frightening visit to the hospital in April, I felt compelled to flee the state with kids in tow. Don't ask me for details of the solo-parenting flights to Salt Lake (a frightening blur), but the memories I'm left with are these---
A month of reveling in familial goodness
A month of my parents mugging on Alice and Max
A month of playing with cousins and visiting with our nearest and dear
A month of checking in with our dear Winston, checking on his amazing recovery
A month of fun and backyard play
And also this, Max's blessing day, with every single one of my siblings in attendance. All of the cousins except for one (we greatly missed Taylor).
I was the perfect reason for Max to don infant formal wear. He was very dapper.
It felt like we were swimming in an ocean of love. We can't thank mom and dad enough for opening their home to us. And the hugest of thanks to Kimmie, Steve, Curtis and their families for everything.
I do so love this group of crazy people.