I walked in my front door after 11:30pm last night.
I kept telling myself that I was still on Minnesota time, so my body clock was only registering 10:30, but travel is long, hard, exhausting and let’s face it – I’d been running at full tilt even while relaxing with family.
We filled every minute!
I’m still laughing at the scenario at yesterday’s breakfast – eggs all around, who wants toast? And Uncle Steve accusing mom of sneaking yet another piece of strawberry rhubarb pie. “I was just straightening up the edges!” She confessed. Too funny.
I love watching my mom interact with her siblings the same way I interact with mine. I love hearing of the growing up years, the weekend cottage on Lake Minnetonka where the younger of the 4 learned to swim, how Grandpa taught my mom to drive the boat and would just hand her the keys and say “Go!”
Stories before I came along. And then in 1962 I became part of the story too. Uncle Steve was reminiscing over how he used to baby sit me when I was little.
Good life long memories.
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