Heaven on Earth

Is this what Heaven might be like for me?  Snuggling a beloved baby, whose precious sleeping face is resting on her Grammy’s shoulder?  I sometimes think so.

Of course, I realize that this is only the sort of Heaven a mere mortal's brain would conjure up. Being in the presence of Our Lord, seeing the glorious Beatific Vision, is reportedly something so incredibly beautiful, so awesome, that it's beyond my feeble human ability to imagine it.  I hope to see it when my life on earth is over. God have mercy on my soul, let me see it!

But in the meantime, there are infinitesimal glimpses of Heaven here in this earthly life, I believe.  And mine do look like this.

By the way, these photos were taken by my daughter-in-law as we sat on the couch together while the baby’s big sister napped, re-watching “Downton Abbey” and passing that little angel back and forth.  The new mom has been very generous with that darling baby of hers, sharing her easily with me when I know how attached she must feel in this early stage of her daughter's infancy.  I have the best D-I-L's, truly I do.  I always hoped that our boys would bring us lovely young ladies to love like daughters, and did they ever. 

I saw this X or IG post recently and thought I'd share it here; it's a must-read if you are raising a son who might take a wife someday.  It's perfect advice for any Boy Mom.

You too might have a slice of Heaven here on earth, when your son marries, if you heed those wise words!

P.S. Who is that old lady holding that baby?!?!  She kind of reminds me of my Grandma!

P.P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️

Welcome, Little Pearl #23!

The last time I was here, in mid-January, we were a few days away from having our oldest son and his family (including seven of our grandchildren!) arrive from Wisconsin to spend the last week of the month visiting us (and also the three brothers’ families who live near us in VA).  Grandchild #23, our youngest son’s second daughter, was due on Feb. 8, and we were planning to head to Nashville a few days ahead of that due date to be in place to help out and take care of their almost-2-year-old.  The timing between our firstborn's visit and our trip to our baby's house was going to be close, but it looked like it was going to work out perfectly.

We had a great week with our Wisconsin Pearls, including a family get-together with four of our boys and their wives and children, minus one D-I-L and two wee grandsons.  (We resorted to Chipotle catering, because Grammy was feeling a bit daunted by the prospect of cooking for almost 30 people, while simultaneously having nine people staying with us for the week!) 

Son #1 isn't a fan of showing his kids' faces on the Internet (which I totally respect), so those are the only two photos I'll share from that visit.  But I think they tell the story of how much these cousins enjoy each other's company--and how they can make fun happen wherever they happen to be, even in our relatively small house with its relatively small yard.

Our oldest son and his gang left VA to head back home on Jan. 29, and little #23's older sister had been born about a week past her due date, via induction, so we figured no problem—it seemed safe to believe that she was probably at least a week away from making her appearance.  The timing was going to be about as close to ideal as it could be.  We would get all the beds remade and the house cleaned up, pack our bags, and be ready to start our road trip to son #5’s house within a few days’ time, arriving well before baby.  Our plans were set.

But if you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans!  I woke up at 6:30 a.m. on the 30th to this text from our son (which he’d sent at about 2:30): 

“Looks like baby’s coming early.  _______ is about 5.5 cm dilated.”

Hoo boy!  We had already committed to watching son #3's youngest child that afternoon (thinking no way would our presence be needed in Nashville quite this soon!) while he and his wife were with one of their girls, who was scheduled to have an oral surgery procedure.  I texted son #5 to see if we should try to find a replacement to watch his little nephew so we could hit the road ASAP, but he assured us that his firstborn daughter was being well cared for by a beloved and trusted friend, so we could keep our plans in place and wait until the next day to make the drive.

Our sweet new granddaughter was born in the morning on Jan. 30, and bright and early on the 31st we were Nashville -bound, anxious to meet this latest gem to be added to our long and ever-lengthening string of Pearls! 

We have already been with this darling little family of four for over a week now, and we plan to stay for the baby’s Baptism after anticipated Mass on the 15th.  The next morning, we’ll head back home to VA.

It has been grand, and we are honored to have been asked to be the first on the scene to help out.

If you’re reading this, and your children are still little and gathered about you all the time in your house and sleeping safely under your roof every night, and you can’t imagine how in the world you’re going to fill your days when they’re all grown and gone…I’m here to tell you that when you make it to your "empty"-nesting years, you might find that you are even busier than you’ve ever been before.  I know that those child-rearing years of ours were incredibly busy and full, but truly, there is never a dull moment these days.  It’s different as a grandparent, of course; but it seems like it’s just about as physically and emotionally tiring as it ever was.  

And thank God for that! I can’t imagine how we got so lucky.

Okay, now for the requisite photo dump!

Our newest grandchild is a living doll, and we are so enjoying getting to know her.  Her big sister has adjusted remarkably well to having to share the limelight with a needy baby sibling.  And rest assured, she's still getting plenty of attention.

We FaceTimed with our middle son and his kids last night, and his 5-year-old daughter complained that she didn't like it when we were "out of town" (her words).  I guess she likes it much better when we're just a few towns away from her in VA and close enough to see her often, as we usually are.  How sweet it that?It's nice to be missed!  And we miss everyone back there, too.  But at the same time, it will be exceedingly difficult to say goodbye when we leave here on Sunday.  

The older I get, the more I realize that your heart can be in many places all at once.  And sometimes dividing it up so that it can do that is unspeakably painful. However, as that wise philosopher, Winnie the Pooh, said to his good friend Piglet: 

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

[Sniff]  That's enough for today, I think.  That'll do, Pig. That'll do. 

[Sigh] Yes, I've just jumped from using a WTP quote to a line from the movie "Babe."  Time to sign off before this post goes in all kinds of unplanned directions. Until next time, dear readers...

Heartache and Joy

Before I begin this post, I have a prayer request for an 18-year-old boy named Christian (the oldest son of our daughter-in-law Ginger's brother) who is battling a particularly aggressive form of brain cancer.  Doctors feel that they have done all they can for him and at this point he needs a miracle.  I know there are powerful prayer warriors who stop by here, so if you have a minute, please ask God to help Christian (he could not be more aptly named, I assure you)--ask Him to give Christian courage and peace as he carries his unspeakably heavy cross, and to heal him completely, if that is His will. 

I've been thinking a lot lately about how unfair it often seems, that some people are asked to carry such tremendously unbearable burdens in this life on earth while others--like my husband and myself--get to live a life of relative ease and comfort.  My heart goes out to everyone in Ginger's family who loves Christian and is suffering alongside him.  As grandparents ourselves, my husband and I can imagine the tremendous heartache of Ginger's parents, who are bowed down under the weight of their beloved grandson's illness while also dealing with other family crises that have arisen (because as any parent of grown children will tell you, parenthood doesn't end when your children become adults.  Not by a long shot). And it wasn't that long ago that they had another young grandson battling leukemia--which he has beaten, thank the Lord!  Why is one family asked to bear such pain and another, like ours, given so much more joy than heartache?  Ginger's parents have five children and more than 20 grandchildren, just like we do; and yet, thus far they have suffered so much more than we have.

We have been ridiculously, inordinately blessed, and I would not trade places with another living soul; but I know that those who more closely share the burden of Our Lord's Cross are much closer friends of His than we are, and I look on those people with awe and admiration.  Through such trials, great saints are made!

I'm sure you've heard the story about St. Teresa of Avila, who suffered many trials in life.  Whatever the circumstances, she would hear Jesus say to her, "This is how I treat my friends," to which she would reply, "If this is how You treat Your friends, it is no wonder You have so few!"  I love St. Teresa, her sense of humor is so endearing!  And whenever I see people going through particularly agonizing situations, I automatically think that perhaps they are especially beloved by God.  I believe that these people are Jesus's special friends.  (Christian is, I am positive.  What a beautiful faith he had developed in the year before his cancer diagnosis--almost as if God was preparing him for the coming trial he would face!)

Ginger said that a priest came to give Christian and his family some comfort recently, and he talked about how there is a cross that has been fashioned for each one of us, carved and finished uniquely for us, and that no two are exactly alike. I wish I could remember exactly how she told the story; I am not doing it justice. But the gist of it was that we are all asked to carry different crosses, depending on our own particular needs for salvation, and if one person's cross looks smoother and lighter and easier to bear than someone else's, that doesn't mean that person will get to Heaven without some form of suffering. This is the promised Valley of Tears, after all. But it will look different than the crosses others bear, for it will have been fashioned uniquely for that person, according to his needs and God's will for him.

So I know that just because my husband and I have had it relatively easy thus far, we will undoubtedly be asked to suffer at some point before we leave this life behind. That being said, I'm trying to embrace the joy of each day, without worrying about what might be ahead.  You know, like it says in Luke 12:25:  "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?"  Or in Matthew 6:34: "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own." I wasted a lot of time as a young mother worrying about things than never happened.  My boys all grew up healthy and happy, and I got to watch them become men, fall in love, marry, and become fathers.  I might have taken it for granted back then, but I definitely don't anymore.  Our life over the past 44 years could have been so different, so much sadder and more painful.  But for whatever reason, that was not God's plan for us Pearls.

I dearly hope that when the time comes to suffer, that when I am asked to carry my individually fashioned cross, I will do it well.  I hope I will remember that it doesn't mean that God doesn't love me or that He's abandoned me--that it means quite the opposite, in fact. 

But for now, I will try with all my might to avoid worrying about what might come.  I’ll just enjoy every single minute of the blessed life I've been given—and a big part of doing that is hanging out with some adorable little people God has sent for me to love.  Like this sweet little animal-obsessed toddler, the youngest of our middle son's five kids, who is kind of my boyfriend these days.  (Someday I'll explain what that means, but until then, I'll let a couple of pictures from last night do the talking!)

***Please pray for Christian (and his family)!

To Blog, or Not to Blog (Oh, and Happy New Year!)

It's been more than two months since I was last here at my little site--which used to be a place I frequented quite often, believe it or not.  Back in the day, when I opened up shop in 2011, I was here almost every morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and raring to type up my little stories and random musings.  Even though almost no one was reading those posts, writing them made me so happy.

And the funny thing is that if anything, I have more to write about now than ever.  My family has grown by leaps and bounds and all of my people's lives are so very interesting, so very blog post-worthy.  But I am having the most severe case of blogger's block that I've ever experienced.  And I'm seriously considering just quitting altogether.  I've said that before at different times over the years, but this time I might actually be serious.

My husband thinks I should keep at it; he knows how much fun it is for me to have a writing project in the works, and keeping up with a blog is an ongoing writing project (that is, if you ever actually sit down at the computer and DO it!).  So I guess he might have a point.  And maybe it's not time to throw in the towel. Not just yet, anyway.

So much has happened since I last checked in, which was just after Halloween.  A trip to South Bend for a Notre Dame football game with a couple of our boys.  Multiple Pearl birthdays in October, November, and December.  Thanksgiving.  Christmas (which included having our youngest son, his very pregnant wife, and their adorable almost two-year-old little girl staying at our house.  They were with us for two whole weeks before going back to their home outside of Nashville.  Oh how I miss her--I mean them!).

Having four of our five boys and their families (15 grandchildren included!) over for a family party on the 27th was the highlight of our Christmas.  We were only missing our oldest and his gang.

I also spent the last few months before Christmas working on a special picture book project for my grandchildren, which I might share here eventually.  Oh yes, and then there's the whole learning how to make sourdough bread saga!  Let's just say that I'm a great maker and keeper of starter (I've named mine "Bubbs," although when I read somewhere that people name their starters,  I swore up and down that I wouldn't do such a nerdy thing), but I've had varying degrees of success with the actual bread itself. Especially when, like the farm wife I pretend to be, I try to use home-milled flour instead of the good old reliable store-bought all-purpose fluffy white stuff (remember this post?). Yikes, there's so much to write about, and I don't know if I should try to re-cap the past few months or just push ahead into 2025.

While I decide, know that all of our Christmas decorations are still up, because son #1 and his family (including seven of our grandchildren!) are coming next week to spend about a week with us, and since they weren't with us for the holidays I want it to feel Christmas-y around here.  (Also, the Christmas season doesn't technically end until Feb. 2, when we celebrate the Presentation of Our Lord on Candlemas Day. So we've decided that they don't come down until then!)

Happy New Year, dear readers (you know who you are: baby sister, my better half, a few D-I-L's, and about three other people!  Ha ha!).  I'll just be sitting here sipping my coffee by the tree when I've got nothing more important to do.

Trick-or Treating (2024)

The last time I was here, I said that I'd never been a real Halloween enthusiast.  After I published that post, I realized that it made me sound like a bit of a curmudgeon, as if we didn't let our boys enjoy the costumes and the candy back in the day.  My husband and I definitely let them do so.  We never put on costumes ourselves, or planned big family theme costumes.  Well...that happened just a few times, I suppose.  (As you can see in this old post.)

Anyway, suffice it to say that the Pearl boys definitely trick-or-treated.

I’ve just never been a fan of the bloody, scary costumes, the skeletons and vampires and all that dark stuff.  I like cute.  I like kids dressed like Disney princesses, or animals, or dinosaurs, or policemen.  (That was a popular one around here this year.  We saw about a dozen trick-or-treaters, both girls and boys, in blue uniforms with silver badges.)  The scariest costume among the nine grandchildren who came over to celebrate at our house was the Grinch.  Its wearer was a so-not-scary four (going on five)-year-old girl!

I REALLY like the All Saints Day costumes kids wear at Catholic elementary schools, so much more than most Halloween costumes.  Here's our grandson Junior, dressed as St. Augustine on November 1 over at his school.

Less Freddy Krueger; more St. Augustine.  Please!  But the string of Pearls (and a few of their friends) who came over to trick-or-treat in our neighborhood on Halloween were a pretty cute, non-scary bunch.

Before the gang hit the mean streets in search of sugary goodness, we had chili, Buffalo chicken dip, hot dogs, mac and cheese, and spiced cider available at our house.  (And a really awesome Oreo trifle dessert--a family favorite fondly known as "Heavenly Dirt"--for afterward.)

While the kids were off trick-or-treating, my husband and I did as we always do: we sat together out front with cocktails and handed out candy to the hundreds of kids who were out and about.  Our neighborhood is truly Halloween Central.  It’s such an ideal place to trick-or-treat; the many houses are close together, it’s well lit, and people around here really get into it, with all the decorating and so forth.  Word must have gotten out that on October 31, this is the place to be, because families from other neighborhoods come in and the parking lot at our neighborhood pool/clubhouse gets filled up.  Two of our VA boys' neighborhoods are less-than ideal for trick-or-treating (too rural, or too hilly with houses too far apart), which is lucky for us, because we get to have their kids come here each year!

Those cheap Walmart jack-o-lantern t-shirts are about as close as we get to wearing Halloween costumes!  (We are not those fun parents, like our son #3 and his wife, who love to dress up right along with the kids!)

My favorite part of Halloween every year since we've been here in VA is when our grandchildren come back to the house with their booty after a hard night's work.  Some of them go to the basement to play; but without fail, there are always a few of them who want to sit out front in the dark with Papa and Grammy and help to hand out candy while their parents visit inside (until our supply inevitably runs out, for no matter how much we buy, it's never quite enough!).  And it seems like it's different kids outside with us each year.  Those feel like magical times to me--unplanned and organic, simple yet profoundly sweet--and I hope that when they're older it will be a special memory for them.

Our Annual October Trip to Wisconsin (2024 Edition)

I can't believe it's November already!  (Time for my monthly check-in at the blog...)

October was a busy month for us.  There was a trip to Wisconsin, for one thing.  It's a two-day trip, but my husband and I love taking long road trips together, so we didn't mind that a bit.  We were able to spend a week with our oldest son and his family, including seven children from age 13 down to not-quite-one.  Our boy has six daughters and one son, and they've been homeschooled since day one (our daughter-in-law is quite the rockstar homeschooler!).  They lived near us here in VA for about four years, and we miss them terribly, so it was a joy to spend time with them at their relatively new homestead out in the rural Midwest. Incredibly, they own about 20 acres, and have two large outbuildings. They garden and raise chickens, and our son has become a beekeeper.  Over time, they hope to add more animals to their place.

Our son's two-year-old daughter is a hoot (that age is so much fun!).  She's a devoted mama to her twin baby dolls, and even "nurses" them.  She is incredibly verbal and has some of the funniest sayings.  ("What the heck in the world?!" is our new go-to, after our sojourn in WI.)

We were able to celebrate our firstborn's 41st birthday with him before it was time to go. My husband and I also re-strung four American Girl dolls whose joints had gotten dangerously loose.  And my handy guy was able to help our boy with a DIY project: building a fire-proof platform on which to put the new wood-burning stove they just purchased for their great room.  (He is such a handyman, I tell you--our boys are lucky to have him!  He just helped son #4 in VA put new shutters on an upstairs window, and is currently helping son #3 get all the framing and electrical wiring/outlets done so that his basement can be refinished as a playroom for his five kids.)

Our four oldest granddaughters out in WI wondered why we couldn't just stay forever when the week was up and we finally had to head home; but we had three little ones' birthdays in a row back here in VA in late October (literally, three days in a row!), which means three cakes for Grammy to bake and decorate!  (I have the best job!)  Our home was calling us, so we sadly said our good-byes.  But we took with us some wonderful memories, which I can share in pictures.

No two babies were ever more loved!

Mommy has her baby carrier on, so of course...

A freezer full of chickens raised and prepared by our boy himself!  
(I would say "slaughtered," but when I used that term on our family text stream,
I was told that it was unnecessarily graphic!) The tomatoes are also home-grown.

Not only was the chicken "farm fresh"; the potatoes were planted and harvested
by one of our granddaughters!

Our son, with the chicken's heart.  He and a few of his kids think it's a
yummy treat.  [Insert barfing face emoji here!!] 

When she's not tending to her twin dolls, this little one likes to help in the
kitchen.  She is quite the little homemaker.

Learning at the kitchen table.  These identical twins are two of the loveliest
teenage girls you could ever meet.

Papa, doing what he does.

The kids made a scarecrow shortly before we left and seated him in a chair out in front of their house.  So this was one of the last things we saw as we pulled away: Steve, the scarecrow.  Along with the six oldest, who came out to wave us off.

It's hard having people you love so much living so far away.  But they are in such a good place for them, with a large and supportive Traditional Latin Mass and homeschooling community around them.  Their kids are busy with music lessons and activities, have lots of sweet friends, and are thriving.  Our daughter-in-law's folks are less than two hours away.  It's all good.  I wish our son and his wife could have stayed here near us in VA, but if they did, it is doubtful that they would be living their dream to the extent that they are.  And we are deeply grateful that despite the distance between us, we have been able to maintain such a close bond with those kiddos of theirs.  It's all good.  God is good, all the time.

I'll be back soon to do a Halloween re-cap.  I've never been a dyed-in-the-wool Halloween enthusiast; but since moving here, our house, with its perfect triick-or-treating neighborhood, has become a hub of Halloween fun for many Pearls in the area.  So I enjoy October 31 festivities more than I ever have before.  

For now, dear readers, Happy All Saints Day!  (It's also my sainted mother-in-law's birthday.  Thinking of you today, Mom, and missing you.)

Bittersweet Musings from VA

Well, it hasn't been a full month yet since I've been here at the blog.  I'm on a roll!

We've been a tad busy since we returned from our summer up north, tending to our Oyster Haven rental house and visiting with my mom and other relatives who still live in the NY town where my husband and I grew up and met in high school.  We've been to some grandkids' soccer games since we got back, helped one of our sons with his basement finishing project, done a bit of babysitting...in a nutshell, we are right back in the swing things.  Such is our life here in VA, and it is a good one.

We stay most of the summer in my husband's childhood home just down the road from Oyster Haven, which he and his seven siblings put into an LLC in 2009 when their mom died (their dad had passed away in 2003).  They all wanted to hang onto it, because not only is it a big, lovely house, but Lake Champlain is right out in the back yard.  The location is almost too good to be true.  And it's such a great meeting place for the far-flung eight siblings.  Well, they used to be far-flung...two of my husband's sisters have houses almost next-door to where they grew up, where they live full-time now; and two other sisters have bought houses in the neighborhood as well, which are mostly vacation homes at present.  But I digress.

Anyway, the idea of keeping a beloved home in the family touches me deeply.  Not one of my husband's siblings can fathom a world wherein someone else owns that house.  (I'm a bit attached to it, too, as I can still remember all the time I spent there as a kid, throughout high school, when I was dating my husband.) It was so worth it to them to keep it in the family that they bought an investment property out in South Bend some years back, to rent out for Notre Dame football weekends, in order to have the extra income needed for the upkeep and taxes at the family homestead in NY. (They recently sold that South Bend property and put all the proceeds into the LLC, and just let me put it this way: that house, which was within walking distance to the football field, was an exceptionally wise investment!)

It's easy to fall in love with a house when it contains so many happy memories and reminds us of the ones we love most every time we walk in the door.  We had such a house in NH, a Colonial beauty where we lived for 26 years and raised our five sons.  Our oldest was only half-way through first grade when we bought it, and our youngest had yet to be born.  It was a "forever home" type of house--not on a lake, but on a quiet cul-de-sac street in a sweet New England town, with deer-filled woods behind it and vast green yards in both front and back.  I loved that house.  We all loved that house.

Okay, looking for the above photo of our NH house (I got out my flash drives to hunt it down!) led me to this oldie-but-goodie, one of the pre-digital age grainy snapshots with which most of my photo albums are filled.  These faces!!  [sob]  If only you could more clearly see how ridiculously cute these boys are.

That picture was taken in the family room just a few years after we moved into that house, on the occasion of son #2's First Holy Communion.  Excuse me...now I need a tissue.  Be right back.

Okay, moving on!

Once our boys all graduated from college and went off into their grown-up lives, we still thought we might hang onto the NH house, that it would be our home base when we weren't traveling to see kids living in different states.  After he got his masters, our second-oldest was living about an hour away, working as a high school math teacher, and he had no plans to relocate; we figured as long as we had even one son close by, we would stay put.  But then he met his future wife at his brother's wedding in 2013 (he was a groomsman; she was a former college classmate and bridesmaid), and before long, he was moving to VA, where his wife grew up.  And where he had two brothers who had also settled in VA, about an hour-and-a-half away from his new home.

So--by 2014, we had three out of five sons living near each other in VA, our oldest married and living out in the Midwest, and our youngest still in college (but planning to go Army active duty and be stationed who-knows-where after graduation), and we had no one (not even any extended family) living in NH.  We were almost always on a plane or on a road trip to visit our boys, and we were hardly ever there.  It didn't seem like the place for us anymore.  Where would we end up?

By happenstance, we stumbled upon our Oyster Haven house when we were up visiting family in NY during the summer of 2015 and saw the "For Sale" sign as we drove by it.  We decided we would buy it and rent it out until my husband retired, and then we'd sell our NH house and that would become our new home base. 

But God had other plans for us... 

Here we are in 2017, after we'd purchased our house in VA--taking a tour of it with two of our boys and their wives, who live about 35-40 minutes away from us and only minutes from each other.  We originally thought we might have to rent this house out until we could sell our beloved NH house; but that same day, we found out that our NH house had sold--without ever having to be listed--for the price we were asking. (Everything was falling into place in the most perfect way!  There's a bit of a long story involved, and I don't want to tell it again; but if you're interested, you can read about it here.)

Anyway, I guess I'm feeling a bit nostalgic today!  The whole reason I started writing this post--before going down a rabbit hole of memories--was to talk about how fast time seems to be flying since we've become Virginians, and how in the seven-and-a-half years we've lived here, so much has changed.  We had seven grandchildren when we moved into our new house; today, we have 22 (with another on the way). I believe our daughter-in-law Braveheart (the one in the brown coat in the above pic) had just recently found out that the baby she was carrying was actually TRIPLETS.  2017 was to be a banner year: we moved, and we also welcomed five new little ones, the triplets plus two others.  It was some year indeed.  And the ones following have been very full of grandchildren and other blessings as well--such as having son #1 move to the area, shortly after we arrived, and live nearby for over four years with his growing family.  (For that stretch, we had four out of five boys here in VA, and all of our grandkids!)  It has been a ride, let me tell you.

Sometimes lately, I find myself having bittersweet feelings; I love seeing our grandchildren grow and mature, yet I want time to slow down a bit!  When we moved here, most of them were available to come to Papa and Grammy's house for frequent playdates and family get-togethers, as they were either homeschooled or too young to be in school yet.  But you know how it is once they reach a certain age: the school year starts, and suddenly there are so many activities: clubs and team sports and weekend birthday parties for classmates and so much more.  It has become challenging trying to get all three families that live nearby to our house at the same time, because they've all got so much going on in their lives.  (Which, don't get me wrong, I know is good!  Believe me, we were there once.) 

So imagine my joy this past Sunday, when all three VA families (three couples and their 14 children) were able to come over for brunch/lunch/early dinner.  I was so excited about it that I spent all day Saturday cooking and baking.

My husband started to warn me that I was going overboard and we were never going to eat it all, but then he said he stopped himself because he could see how happy the process of getting ready for our little party was making me.  (He was right on both counts!  I was happy.  And yes, we didn't eat even half of what I set out; but I filled lots of to-go containers and made everyone take almost all of the leftovers home with them.)

This has gone on too long, I suppose.  So I'll sign off here.  But not before I add a few photos from our sweet Sunday get-together. 

You cannot even imagine how happy it makes me to see these cousins hanging out together at our house!

And to see adorable little peeps like this guy eating at our table.

  

And as always, I love it when our grown-up kids can sometimes take advantage of the opportunity to snag a much-needed cat-nap on our living room couch!

Our VA living room is very small, much smaller than the one in NH.  But it's cozy.

I have a few more things to say about our old house vs. our new one.  But I'm going to save that for another day!  (You're welcome!  Ha ha!)