However, this time, we did not do that. Or rather, I had not planned on us doing that. I had thought we'd laugh and talk and plan and enjoy each other and life in general. I was asking too much. I know that now.
The salvageable parts of our time together were captured digitally.
The not-so-good parts? Will hopefully be forgotten.
Because that's what families do. They forgive bad behavior, extend grace when it's necessary, forget the mean things that were said and then the mom plans another event in about 3 months which is how long it takes to drum up the courage to try again.
This is where we went:
Clint got a new (Google) cellphone that does amazing things so he zoned into that:
Drew's step mom helped him trade up from a boring, regular phone to a Blackberry so was absorbed in the game he was playing:
Max is growing a playoff beard:
The O Bros:
I laughed myself mascara-less. The boys mustered up a chuckle now and then.
Is it not cool to laugh at funny things I wonder?
Artisan will be hosting another one of these evenings in September and I HIGHLY recommend you go. And either bring girls, other adults or small children. Sadly, boys between the ages of 15 and 23 are not fans.
Today was moving day. Clint, who is hoping to get accepted into either UBC or SFU this fall, is spending the summer under my roof at night and at his dad's concrete plant during the days and when that fun is over, he'll move closer to the uni that lets him in.
All his worldly possessions fit in three trucks:
He moved entirely without boxes:
I shoulda spent more time teaching them macrame:
(and note the playoff beard is gone. Mangee no more.)
I don't know.
I'm more interested in the contents of Clint's hand. My tupperware. It's coming home. At least thirty pieces.
My boys in their trucks...
Final shot of the farm where Clint lived for 6 months -
While they packed, I walked around, taking pics:
Three things I'm thankful for:
2. The color pink.