This past weekend, in a totally random perfect alignment of everything, we had a mini family reunion in city. My people came to town. My aunt and uncle took the train up from texas to meet their children and grandchildren down from New York, my cousin came up from Georgia to celebrate her graduation from medical school, and we convinced Zach to come up from Charlottesville, totaling in almost half of my mother’s side of the family being in town. I haven’t seen these a lot of these people since my own wedding, and even then I missed a lot of the awesome family time because I was distracted getting married. Having them in town, getting to catch up, and letting them get to know James made me so happy. Here are a couple snapshots from the weekend.// My life over the past couple years has been a never-ending saga of getting bangs and then growing them out. I just can’t decide how I feel about them, which leads to this, the state of perpetual shaggy bang that I hate, but can’t seem to shake. // //Donuts are taken very seriously in this family. // //My boys, minus Zach who got suckered into carrying the camera and taking pictures. Having my grown-up baby brother in town never ceases to make my day, and convincing big brother to come up makes it all the better. They just grew into such good ones and I love how they welcomed James into our family.//// THE DOCTOR IS IN! I said that probably nine hundred times last weekend. My cousin Juliana has been talking about being a doctor since we were 5 and I am so proud of her. The full force of her medical degree came into use while entertaining the younger cousins through a long family dinner at Founding Farmers. //// These cuties, my little second-cousins, turning a public fountain into a splash pad.//The wonderful thing about being my family is that they are my people, and we understand each other. We can complain about all the things about our clan that drive us crazy, while still recognizing all the things they gave us of value. I wish I had more pictures from this weekend to show you all these precious faces and momenbs. These are my people, and I love them.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHomeownership (ok and the competitive DC housing market that led us to skip a full inspection), has had many... surprises. Like years of flood damage in the basement, the skylights that were never sealed, the kitchen pipes that were not threaded, the complete lack of water pressure in the shower, the apparent absence of studs in any walls (how?), and the shower door that was hung backwards- to name a few. But there have also been other surprises. The light that fills our home at every moment of the day. The different blooms in the yard that show up unexpected. The tv, patio furniture, lawn tools, 12 cans of orange juice concentrate that the former owners left. The neighbors that have been a welcoming. The way a place can become home so quickly and deeply and happily and expensively and surprisingly.This fall sight on my doorstep is the most beautiful thing. I find reasons to walk outside and analyze my mums multiple times each day, constantly moving pumpkins and turning squirrel bite marks to the back. The kids have picked up on it, and Henry heads outside “just go see if the mums look pretty” and Etta is always pulling off blooms to bring to me. We all love climbing through flowers to come home. Really wanting November to go as slowly as possible.