A lot has happened this week.
I hit 2000 sales. A.Maz.Ing. Seriously. And we will celebrate accordingly soon.
My dad and wonderful stepmom came to visit us from Chicago.
Quinn referred to Grandpa as his "match" (they have the same first name of Leo) and his "best buddy." He required that Grandpa sit next to him in the car.
The girls danced for them. They also suckered Gram into buying them things at the Target.
We took them to Heirloom for lunch, bowling on a rainy day, The Blue Willow Inn (where dad ate the best prime rib and fried chicken in his life), the Yellow River Game Ranch and Chick-fil-a.
Chris made an outstanding meal for us - pulled barbeque chicken, watermelon salad, avocado potato salad, and green bean salad. For dessert...coca cola cake and chocolate eclair cake.
We drank a lot of coffee (it's one of the things I love most about them).
I am 34 years old and it was the first time that my father had been to my house (my old house though...he had never seen this one) for more than a stop in visit. It was the fourth time that he had been here in the 26 years that I have lived in Georgia. (My dad is just not a traveler. And I always had a billion people to see in Chicago...it was just easier for me to come there.) It was the first time that I had ever cooked a meal for my dad. Ok, that I had requested a meal for Chris to cook for my dad. The first time he had ever eaten a meal at my house.
To say I was nervous about this is an understatement.
And then I kept looking over at him and my stepmom, sitting at my kitchen table, in disbelief that they were there. In my house. In my town. At my table, drinking coffee with Chris and I on a perfect afternoon in June.
And then I waved to them, surrounded by my husband and children, from my front porch as my son screamed, "I love you!!!!!" to them. They rounded the corner and drove out of sight.
Usually when I wave good bye to my dad, it's the other way around...I am pulling out and he is waving from his driveway.
And then I cry from Orland Park, Illinois to Indianapolis.
Tonight I cried from the front door upstairs to my bathroom, where Quinn sneaked in to ask if I was sad.
I nodded my head yes.
And then he said we should hide from Chris behind the toilet.
That really grossed me out and I found that I wasn't quite so sad anymore.
Hi! I have been reading your blog for a few months now but haven't commented until today. I found it through Meg's Whatever Craft Weekend posts! Your jewelry is adorable and I LOVE the rainbow necklace you make! Anyway, after reading your post yesterday where you mentioned Orland Park I knew I had to pop in and say hello! I live just south of there in Frankfort! This world is so small. Your family is adorable and you seem so genuine and honest...love that. Starting a blog with my two little girls is on my Summer To Do list! :) I enjoy reading your blog and wish you much success. ~Jena
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