What a month, man! I have a few tidbits that simply must be shared from the 2nd east coast visit I took in November. Indulge me? Tanks.
I had about a week in between trips, which was plenty of time to regroup and repack and catch up on various mundane obligations like work and whooping cough. Then suddenly I was heading back, and enjoyed a last supper with my kids at our favorite Indian restaurant:
|Imagine my fury to come home 6 days later and find their leftover biryani and masala still uneaten in the fridge! Jerks. My vindaloo (pictured) was history, natch.|
I had to say a sad goodbye to my boy and all of my girls, two of whom were slightly less than understanding about the premature reappearance of suitcases.
Let's have a closer look at those faces
|*right in the gut*|
Fast forward an easy, kid-free flight with an early landing in Boston, a reunion with my fellow littles, and a highly entertaining lyft ride to the house of memories on Hillcrest Road, where almost all 12 little children had grown up perfectly equal in the eyes of Santa.
We had a great night visiting with all the best cousins, then we were up and out and en route to Rhode Island for the gathering of family in honor of Auntie Lill.
|But first, founding fathers.|
Jane had arranged a gorgeous castle to house our whole crew, located just past the trailer park on a lovely lake in Warwick. We got right to work reconnecting
|Hi Mar! Hi Schlekie! You guys feeling alright?|
|I'll take that as a resounding yes.|
The house was chock full of fabulous and unexpected spaces, like the lighthouse and the pool hall.
|The slipper rule was strictly adhered to|
|The bar! Hi Ann! Hi Stella!|
There was a gorgeous lake just outside our windows, which was so lovely and appreciated. It's good to have water in your eyeballs when you're feeling the feelings, isn't it?
|This room got toasty warm whenever the sun showed up|
We had lots of laughs and hugs and songs and snacks and memories to share. Auntie Lill was omnipresent in our thoughts and in the minds of those speaking at the service. Photos were strewn on tables and in frames. The memories were tangible.
And then, we sent the old girl off
|Ellie did a great job with everything, including the welcoming remarks. Hi El!|
Then we retired to the Cowesett Inn for the loveliest luncheon!
|I had several beverages|
|Ellie continued to hold court in the most adorable, enthusiastic, genuine and joyful way.|
|Carole showed us photos of a hoarder house, which was an unexpected treat|
When it was time to go, Ellie and Bill and I stayed back for one more cold one, and for a bit of debriefing. Eventually we gathered our wits enough to head home, but stopped in our tracks for the world's best photo backdrop
|I mean, c'mon|
We had another wonderful night at the lakeside house, with visitors large and small, love and laughter and afterglow, and so much food.
And then it was over, and everyone set off on their journeys back to their respective corners of the world.
|bye, Rhode Island (hello rad luggage)|
|Hello and goodbye, stupid snow storm|
|Hello lifesaving airport luncheon|
|Stupid scary snowstorm|
|Is that absolutely necessary?|
Thankfully, there are people whose whole job is to get peeps safely back and forth across the country, even in questionable weather. Turns out the decision isn't mine, nor is the responsibility for flying that fool plane. So I just sat back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my upgrade
And that's Rhode Island, wrapped up.
Merry Christmas, everyone!