It’s 11:30pm…

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and the party just wrapped up here.  It started out as an evening at home, just me and the kids.  It ended up far differently. 

6 kids, 4 adults. 

 Music playing over the computer, kids upstairs and downstairs.  Kids playing in the woods across the street. (we told them to occasionally yell “I love you, Mom”, so we would know where they were). 

The little girls played the harp, and watched a movie. 

The adults split a bottle of wine, (and then another one), and visited on the porch.  Ate some cheese and crackers, and some chocolate. 

Laughter as we talked about crazy things our kids(and we) have done, tears as we wept together over the loss of a parent(and the fear of losing one). 

The kids are the ones who broke up this party, begging to go home and get some sleep.  I think the adults could have talked all night. 

Well, there is a kitchen to clean, and a soccer game early tomorrow morning, so I am signing off. 

Happy.

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About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

2 responses »

  1. It’s always a bummer when we have to be responsible and take the kids home to (eat, sleep, bathe, etc.) when we’d rather sit with friends and chat and eat.

    I guess that makes you really an adult huh Sandie?0

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