Now let me start off by saying I was in desperate need of a break. I could feel the tension building – my shoulders were tight and I was becoming more and more snippy by the day. I had piled so much on my plate that is was overflowing into a big puddle of mush all over the floor. I just needed a few days away to regroup and have fun. The 4th of July weekend with friends came just at the right time.
The kids and I were SO ready when we hopped in the car on Saturday the 2nd of July and headed to Shreveport, LA to hang out with some dear friends. This was my friends 9th annual 4th of July party and it really is a sort of “family reunion”. Now mind you, we are not family in the sense of ‘blood’ relations so my oldest was a little reluctant to go. However Kim and I have been friends for (insert *gasp* here) over 20 year. We met while waiting tables back in college and then we moved to Wyoming together to work on a dude ranch (go figure) - in fact that dude ranch is where she met her Hubby (Yes, there is a little history there). Any-who, we lost touch for a few years in between and just reconnected a few years ago on Facebook - AND we picked up right where we left off so many years ago. This past year in April 2010 I had the pleasure of becoming reacquainted with her family as well. It was wonderful - so much so that they have invited us to spend 4th of July with them year after year. AND after this year I have become Momma S's favorite daughter. She even said so. ;o)
The reunion weekend is held at Teri's house each year. Teri, her husband and their children were more than welcoming and had us stay with them in their house, along with 28 other houseguest. I think there were 33 people staying in their house and in RV's on their lawn. I thought I might go a bit crazy, but I must admit it was some of the most fun chaos I have had in a long time!
After hugging a few necks I couldn't help but notice this beauty that was sitting on the mantel in T's living room. And of course there is a story behind it...
It normally doesn't reside atop my mantle, but for every 4th of July, it absolutely will! Thanks for wanting "the story". And Happy 4th everybody!"
It didn't take the little kids long to feel right at home, in fact all I heard about two weeks before our trip was Mrs. Teri this, Mrs. Teri that.....blah, blah, blah, Mrs. Teri. I was considering leaving them with Mrs. Teri, but I know her and she would have kept them. Now after they saw the pool and the garden, sweet Mrs. Teri was chopped liver. ;o)