My big brother Loren, the golden boy, came up with this crazy idea to have all of us siblings here together this weekend to celebrate Mom's 91st birthday. The Recipe: 1 weakening, terminally ill mama; 5 disparate, grown children; slightly less than 2,000 sq. ft. of ancestral home; 3 days. Combine and allow flavors to mix. I figured it was a recipe for disaster. Happily, once again, I figured wrong.
The birthday weekend was great! All the siblings enjoyed each other. Mom enjoyed all her children. There was good food and lots of it. Ruth brought her violin and Gayle brought her flute and they delighted Mom with their beautiful music. Loren built roaring fires and Mom exclaimed, "Even my toes are warm!"
I think it was on Friday evening, as we girls looked through a box of Aunt Helen's linens, that I realized how very nice it was to be all together and still have Mom with us. You know, as opposed to all being together at Mom's funeral. It was definitely an epic, once in a lifetime event. And Loren is now the official family event coordinator.
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I'm so glad it went well. What a great gift to all of you. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful that you had a delightful time! :) I am so happy that Mommy got to go see her Mommy and celebrate her 91st birthday! :D I wish I could have heard the glorious music and seen the amazing fires and seen all my Aunts and Uncles, but as this was for siblings only, I respect that a lot. :) Love you all! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rebekah. If it makes you feel any better, my kids didn't get to be in on the festivities either. Karis even moved out to make room for the Peycke sibling invasion.
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