Dear Kids,
I’m excited for the two parties this coming weekend. Saturday, the 27th, is the birthday party for Dad and Dallin, at our house, at 3 pm. We’ll have sloppy jo’s and potato chips and cake and ice cream, and presents, of course. If you want to go in on the present for Dad, contact me. You can pay any amount, and I’ll put your name on the card. It’s something he’ll really like! The party itself can go on into the evening. Our weather is finally beautiful! (We’ve forgotten all about the snow last Wednesday–Tom’s birthday! He’s never had snow on his birthday before.)
Then, Monday at high noon is the barbecue at the cabin, which Al is in charge of. He’s providing the meat for chicken and burgers. Tom is doing dutch oven potatoes and I’m bringing cookies. If you want to help with the food, contact Al. It should be really fun. Memorial Day is always the birthday of our cabin–remember when you all helped us move in? That was 16 years ago!
Blake’s baby blessing will be June 25, which is also coming up fast! We’ll have more details when it gets closer.
Thursday night Dad and I got to see Adelaide perform in "Anything Goes" at Centerpoint Theater. What a production! We could hardly believe the kids were only in junior high. And the music is very catchy--it makes you want to tap dance. Nora’s name was on the program, because she helped paint the scenery. It was a great evening.
Friday night I had a retreat with my sisters at Bonnie’s house, where we slept over. Saturday morning I walked all the way around the golf course. And we admired the 64 T-bird in Bonnie’s garage. Curt collects cars now! (There was a Mustang in there, too!) Later in the morning we checked out Barbara's new apartment in Lindon, and then we drove to Salt Lake to shop and visit the pioneer village at "This is the Place." And gossip, of course. I can hardly remember all the news tidbits. Our reunion was so much fun, we decided to do it twice a year now. I'm going to host the next one, in October.
Life is wonderful with so much family, in both directions.
Love, Mom