I’m really into how my dining room looks this year.
The kids and I did this together, and I had such a good time setting this up with them. I had to excuse myself for a minute when I started getting all teary-eyed. I love them so much and I’m thankful for these moments.
The decorating is a work in progress. It takes us several days to get everything set up. More pics later.
Last night, I told the kids the story about the time my high school algebra teacher gave me his pager number (yes, pager) at graduation and told me to “call [him] anytime.” Super gross and inappropriate, right? I kept the card he gave me as proof that it happened, and the kids wanted to see it. So I dug out my senior year scrapbook, where I keep it, and we went through all of it. Freya was freaking out over all the pics, which she referred to as the “aesthetic me and all my friends are going for.” I was cracking up. She loved how late 90s it felt (I graduated in 1997). She loved all of my ugly ass clothes. She loved that all the pics were crappy quality because they were all taken with disposable cameras. She was like, “OMG I want pics like that!!” So I told her I would take her to buy a couple of disposable cameras this weekend. Assuming we can find them – they still make those, right? OMG it was the cutest, funniest thing. She is obsessed with the scrapbook and wants to show it to her friends. I told her she can visit with it anytime.
I love her, and I love being her step-mom. I’m forever grateful that I got the daughter I always wanted. I feel privileged to have played a role in the young woman she is becoming/has become.
The much anticipated long weekend is here. I’ve crossed all the pressing work matters off of my to-do list, and I’m already curled up with a really good book. (28 Summers – I’m obsessed). In a bit, we are going to run. Then we will pick up steaks and wine for our Friday night dinner date. DMB is showing one of their full (3 night) Labor Day weekend Gorge shows for the Drive-in, so we plan to watch tonight’s show. I love the beginning of weekends like these. There is so much possibility; so much to which to look forward.