This weekend we had two holiday parties to go to. The first one was Brandon's office party, which always has good food and an open bar. The second one was a 1960's sock-hop inspired theme for my Mom's 60th.
Both were fun, although in very different ways. Friday night I was wearing nylons, heels, a dress, and sparkly jewelry. The boys in my house said I looked pretty. Even with the nylons, I got a "still pretty" from my oldest. Not sure what he meant by that. Tonight it was a jeans, sweater set, pearls, and headband kind of look. Apparently, my dress from the night before was a really big hit as my middle son asked why I did not wear it to grandma's party.
Friday night I laughed, and ate, and even drank some. I also asked a women when she was due, only to find out she had had the baby. Open mouth insert foot.
Saturday night I chased my boys, made small talk, and ate lots of caramel popcorn. I tried to start the dancing, but shockingly no one joined in.
The best part of my weekend was arriving at a tent city and opening up the trunk of our car. We had so much food left-over from my mom's party, that we were joking we would freeze it for Christmas Eve. Instead, we gave corn, rice, chicken, and rolls to extremely thankful people at a local tent city.
As we drove away my oldest son who was still awake, said: "I've got an idea let's bring another meal tomorrow!" Made my heart swell; after two days of wonderful parties, celebrating this season with lots of food, drinks, music, friends and family, nothing compared to seeing the joy on the people's faces as we handed over pan after pan of food.
And knowing that my son (at least at times) recognizes how truly blessed we are.
1 comment:
Sounds like thePlatform party was actually pretty fun this year. So bummed we had to miss out! (I have been working nonstop all month…)
And I love how sweet Jack was, wanting to go back and give more. Makes it even more terrible that those boys at school would be so mean to him.
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