Miller rolling over back to front and giggling at the slightest thing.
Then last night, in what I hope will become an annual event, we held our first ever Feast of Strength. Maybe it's the Mennonite in me, but I love a good potluck, especially one with lots of wine and amazing friends who also happen to be amazing cooks.
I don't know about anyone else, but it's getting harder and harder to get together with our friends. They have families, busy jobs, and it's just... hard. So about a month ago I sent out an invitation and lo and behold, we got together! There were 5 last minute cancellations, and yet there were still about 25 people in our little house. The first person arrived just before 1:00PM and the last person left around 8am, having spent the night on the couch. It was my kind of party.
And as the night wore on and the instruments were pulled out, the rants got longer, the wine flowed more freely, and it surpassed my wildest dreams of what this event would be.
This is a wonderful life.
6 comments:
I would love to know the story behind that picture of Josh! (Um, that IS Josh, isn't it?)
blessed, blessed, blessed be!
Jenn - yes, that's Josh. And no story... just lots of wine and Josh sitting next to the Christmas tree. Gotta love him!
wonderful indeed, and uniquely you.
i'm soooo sad i wasn't there.....why come rosco hasn't perfected that people-fax idea yet? the joshaway pic makes my soul smile!
looks wonderful! Just wish I were there to join you :)
I never would have pegged Josh as an earring wearing kind of guy :P
xoxo
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