Over the weekend we went to a very special place. This is where I went to school, this is where I met my husband, this is where we started out together and on Friday we returned with our three girls, marvelling at how our lives have changed since then.
Sophie and Caroline attended a two day volleyball camp. It was great fun to hang out and watch them play.
And it was great fun to have Izzy all to myself and visit our favorite spots on campus. She loves the science building, she loves the library, she loves the arts building, she loves the bookstore. She was anxious to spot Jimmer. I love that she loves so many things.
Some day I hope she'll find herself spending a great deal of time in this building, playing the living daylights out of her violin. Who can say what the future will bring? All I know is each day I watch her path unfold with no end of wonder and feeling.
How good it was to spend time with my brother, two of my sisters, and their families. How we have learned to savor and enjoy these moments. How amazing to see little cousins grow. How sweet to be called auntie and to get so many hugs from such tiny, earnest arms.
What a gift to watch our children play together, to see them so naturally connected, to watch the big cousins be so good to the little ones. How we missed the cousins and their parents who couldn't be with us!
We went to Easter services in the church my mum used to attend and as it happened, three of the four hymns sung that day were the same ones from her funeral. I hope my mum was able to see us in that moment: happy, together, passing babies up and down the row, wrangling with runaway toddlers.
It seemed to me perhaps she did.