Lily had a little gathering this evening, ostensibly for the children to decorate cookies which they did. There was also a lot of playing and laughing and running and throwing a football and I do not even know what.
I wish I'd taken a picture of the food table. My Lord! There were even the little meatballs cooked in grape jelly and chili sauce and if you've never had them I feel sorry for you. I've made them with veggie meatballs before and they were as good as the meat ones because it has nothing to do with the ball of meat or meat substitute. It is all about the sauce.
It was rather laid-back for one of our affairs, actually. Jessie and her family couldn't come because now Jessie is sick! Dang it. This is getting ridiculous. So it was Lily and Lauren and the three Hartmann children, a good friend of Lily's and her four kids, Hank and Rachel, and our friend Kelly and her husband and their boy Wiley. He's the kid up there next to Magnolia in the glasses. Remember when he always called me "Grandma?" I asked him today if he was still going to call me that and he said, "Yes."
I was so pleased.
I asked Wiley and Magnolia if I could take their picture together a little while after I took the picture of them above. They both said, "No!" instantly.
Well. Okay then.
They've been friends for a very, very long time.
Ah, lah. They were old enough, I guess, wearing their years and their lives in the lines of their faces, already in their sixties then but when you look back at them, at that performance...oh, how young they seem, seen in the perspective of now.
And he still looks fine to me.
There is a still a guitar always at the ready. Their lives seem to be filled with music and books and family and dogs and love.