We said hello to our kiddos last week. They came home for the Celebration of Life we held for my in-laws. Their plane landed at 11:30pm and that is WAY past my bedtime. There are only a few reasons I would be not only be awake, but also out of the house, at that hour and the girls are most of those reasons.
My parents came in as well, first time since my dad was sick. It was pretty great to have a full house for a few days. We stuffed ourselves with Indian food, did a little shopping, and prepped for the big event.
Fargo was in his glory because he loves his girls and he loves my parents. He played and visited until he was worn out.
It was a beautiful day for us to gather. Too hot for my comfort, but could have been way worse. We had a good crowd and I think people enjoyed being together.
It was happy and sad and included emotions in between. Having the girls, my parents, our family and good friends in one place to eat and to talk and to remember and to celebrate two incredible people was perfect.
Hubby’s co-workers did something pretty incredible for him. His boss/friend had the idea, he ran it by me, I ran it by the girls, and we all agreed that we LOVED his idea. We now have a beautiful glider bench with a plaque on it to commemorate and celebrate the lives and the love of hubby’s parents
My parents left early the next morning. We had booked the girls on a later flight than we usually would have in order to squeeze as much as we could out of the very quick visit. Though it ended up being stressful for them, and resulted in a very late arrival home, I very selfishly enjoyed having those extra few hours. We LOVE these two and we’re so stinking proud of them. So is Fargo, as he looks on longingly.
And then we said goodbye. Saying goodbye is hard to infinity and it still sucks.