They arrived about an hour earlier than I expected so we were all minding our own business - the girls were having a kazoo marching band around the house - when I saw their car pull up. I told Julia to look out the window; when she saw that it was them, she squealed loud enough to break glass.
Breakfast with Honey and honey. |
The dance class. It's a small class. |
Reading the New Yorker with Papa and wearing new "Owl Be Up Late" jammies, a gift from Honey. And it was true. They were up very late each night - too excited to sleep. |
We packed the weekend full ... we visited the farmers market (love me, love my farmers market), we observed Julia's dance class, we visited the art annual, and we gardened - oh, how we gardened.
We ripped up a strip of grass on the side of the yard (and by we I mean mostly my mom) and replaced it with a flower bed, rose trellis, and transplants from my grandmother's rose garden. |
A weekend together is never enough - no matter where we spend it.
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