A sad day.

Today I had a sad day.  I was wishing so much that we could go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for Sunday dinner.  It would be especially awesome if all my brothers and sisters could also be there for Sunday dinner.

We would eat a LOT of really delicious food cooked by my mother     And it would be really really loud and if you wanted to say anything you would have to yell over all the noise.  And everybody would be laughing all the time.  And you would hardly have a chance to actually sit down because there would be so many kids who would need their plates filled.

And the little kids would have their own places to sit by their cousins.

And afterwards we’d send the kids downstairs to watch a movie

  or outside while we cleaned up and then we could sit around and chat or play Rook.  And if we needed to have a serious conversation, Dad would have to name something the “conch” and only the one holding the conch would be able to talk, but people would always forget and start making jokes or arguing even when they weren’t holding the conch.  And about ten minutes after we’d cleaned up, we would go in the fridge and start pulling out bits of leftovers or a roll to snack on.

  Then a kid would come up from downstairs with a head wound and we would say how cool she/he was for such an awesome wound.  We would assess the need for stitches, and maybe have a little at-home stitches demonstration/show.

Or maybe we would start beating up on the younger brothers/sisters.

which hopefully wouldn’t lead to one of the “adults” getting a head wound.Or we could go outside and saddle up some horses.

Or we could play on the swings and treehouse.

But, it would be equally nice if we could have Sunday dinner with Grandpa and Grandma and nobody else.  Grandma would cook special favorite foods just for you, and you would have them all to yourself to play with and talk to and the kids would get hugs and kisses from. 

At this very moment my family is at Megan’s house for dinner there after her little baby Devaney was blessed at church today.  Megan’s house is a very fun place too.  Good food, goats to play with, motorcycles to be brought out and ridden (or crashed, in my case), (the motorcycle pictured is Brett’s, not Megan’s however).     And so I called and talked to Megan for a little bit, and then Dad, and then Andrea, and they all told me that if they HAD had the money, they would have sent me a plane ticket so that I could come to the party.  Well, actually Dad didn’t.  He told me I was a weird little duck.  But I take that to mean he wished with all his heart I could be there. 

So you see, it was a bit of a sad day for me.  I (obviously, as you can see from this post) thought a little too long and hard about Sunday dinner, and made myself a mite homesick.  So, folks, I need some visitors.  Right now.  Who’s coming?