Yup. Today I turned into a 49-er. I’ve never been a 49-er before so it might take me a little practice. A little getting used to. A little 49-ish adaptation.
But I’m good with it. Since the alternative is to be, well, dead, forty-nine sounds downright lovely!
And of course, I had some fabulous family members in town to celebrate. What I especially love is that Nathan’s spring break just happened to fall on my birthday week. It was so nice of his university to arrange their calendar that way. Just for me. (Yea, right.)
It was great that he was here to cook burgers on the grill, which is the menu I requested.
Of course, he spent the weekend surrounded by four adoring women. Which he didn’t mind so much.
Here is just one of his adoring women . . .
. . . who always (fortunately) appreciates all his goofy faces. (And no we didn’t plan to dress the same; he just happened to have packed a purple shirt.)
Of course, his coming home was even more exciting this time since he brought with him a certain young lady who seems to be fitting into the Smith Family Craziness just fine. In fact, may I just say that Meagan not only fits into our craziness, she is also showing herself to be a Practiced Originator and Instigator Of Craziness.
Yes, I think, she’ll make a great Smith.
We’re always happy when Steve’s parents, Ken and Vernie, can make the trek over to Manteo from Charlotte. Vernie labored long and hard in the kitchen yesterday (with Meagan’s help) to get my birthday dinner organized and on the table. I hope I can be as good of a mother-in-law to Meagan as Vernie has been to me.
She made one of my favorite desserts—Boston Cream Pie.
Sarah made this poster at school--it took her several weeks to design, draw and fill in all the puzzle pieces. And then she wrote on it, “Mom, you make life less puzzling. I love you.”
Was that sweet, or what?
Steve presented me a gift in a faucet box. Which I guess his way of saying I wasn’t fired as his Plumber’s Helper after all.
The box contained a pair of the loveliest pajamas I have ever seen. Or worn. (I’m not quite sure why the fellas are laughing so heartily. I must have tossed out one of my infrequent witticisms.)
And just because I’m a fairly oldish 49-er, I feel the need to close out with a picture of some younger folk, just for a refreshing change of pace.
There now. Don’t you feel refreshed?
And now I must sign off, because my future daughter-in-law is taking me out for a birthday lunch. Hurray!