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My lovely young daughter, busy with four active young children, beat me to the punch with blogging about this past weekend. Kind of embarrassing and kind of not. Although I only have a few minutes this evening, I felt it was high time to post at least one picture and a few comments about the past weekend. It was a memorable one because little Colton Edward Maseda received a special blessing in church Sunday, and many of his family members were able to attend this significant event. The above photo was snapped right after Sacrament service. Unfortunately, DH didn’t get in on the action because he had just wheeled out of the parking lot to take care of some errands.

I honestly can’t think of anything that makes me happier than having all of my children, their spouses, and my grandchildren in the same place at the same time, and throughout Saturday and Sunday, I was a happy gal. We arrived at “Little Mama’s” home shortly after noon Saturday, and among other things, we watched my talented granddaughters dance, dance, dance. Later we went back to Savannah (DH, Elizabeth, and Grandmother had already been there for a yummy lunch) where we shopped and ate dinner at the Texas Roadhouse.

We rode to Savannah in a torrential rain (no exaggeration), and although it was a bit scary, I felt secure and “together.” DH is an excellent driver, and the conversation and mood within the car were both upbeat. I sat in the “way back” with my sweet daughter-in-law Amanda, and as we chatted about book clubs and our love for the beach, I kept stealing glances at everyone in front of us. It was so cool to be with the people I love. Inside of the restaurant, we ended up sitting at two separate tables, but still…I could see everyone. Plus, Brooke and Braden sat with us in our booth, and Brooke was sweet enough to share her mac and cheese, probably because she wasn’t that hungry after eating three huge rolls.

After church Sunday, we reconvened at Carrie and Rich’s for a family meal before separating once again. Somehow we managed to all squeeze in around their dining room table, and once again, I was in “hog heaven.”  One of the most memorable comments was when Brooke and I were talking about how we had shopped together for breakfast doughnuts, cinnamon rolls, and muffins a couple of weeks ago whenI was visiting them. Looking at me with her big blue innocent eyes, she said, “Yes, we ate all of that crud, and Mama said we weren’t bringing any more of it into the house.” Out of the mouths of babes, right? Carrie admitted to calling the breakfast goodies “crud,” but declared that it was only because she was trying to get back into her pre-pregnant state, not because she actually thought of those chocolate covered doughnuts as crud.

I’ve skipped a lot of the details, mainly because it’s probably boring to everyone except me. However, I just had to write a little something to let my family know how dear they are to me and much I enjoyed our time together. It’s sort of like I meet with them, absorb their energy, and then rely on the memories to keep me buoyed up as we all go about living our separate lives.

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