Magdalena grooving on some Rouri love
me with the raucous Sheehan clan
I started this post over a week ago, and finally here goes.
Magdalena, Augustus and I went on a rollicking eight day road trip that was all love and connections. I have to say that almost every time I have uttered the words "eight day roadtrip" and "Magdalena and Augustus" I have been met, almost universally, with groans and looks of shock, horror and disbelief. Well let's just set the record straight and say that my children rocked the eight day roadtrip like a couple 'o salty dogs on a rum run. We had a ball, a blast, an amazing time. There were no bedtimes, no rules (ok, that's not totally true. There was a "no shrieking in the car while mama is trying to talk on the phone rule.) and no expectations except that of having fun. There were no dvd players en route, in the car or otherwise, no video games, no electronic distractions. Just hours and hours of I Spy, little kid style; Putamayo Animal Sounds (a must have) world music cd; She'll be Coming Round the Mountain; Adventures in Space; made up songs and children's songs galore.
The whole la-dee-da shindig started with a much anticipated trip up to Atlanta, which turned into a lovely stop in Marietta with my cousin Cecelia always ready with the spare room and whole milk Stoneyfield with the cream on top for the babes, on Thursday May 1st.Then on to the meat of the matter, shooting up to Nashville to celebrate Dara Down's graduation from nursing school and oh what a time we had. We picked up our ace-in-the-whole surprise, Susan Walker who flew in from Colorado for the big event, and headed over to the graduate's house. It was a gathering of epic proportions. All the players were in attendance: Susan, Gail from Utah, Patty and LJ from Atlanta, and me from Jax. Mick, Dara's brother surprised her from New Orleans, Dave-o, his lovely wife Heather and their two babes were there and of course, Sean flew in from Ireland. Truthfully, I didn't know people still partied that hard! And got up in the morning for the graduation and the real party. And then the morning afta party! Who Knew?
Saturday was one of those movie set party days, picture perfect cool temps, crystal clear blue sky, and spring showing up right on time, food food and more food, children of every age everywhere-in the yard on the swings in the house upstairs downstairs underfoot and in your hair, children children everywhere. Jonny and his amazingly talented musician buddies jamming by the fire outside, henna tattoos at the dining room table, and pink make-up for all the babes. Only to be topped by late night sleeping children hotel talks and incredible grav-lox and the works for the morning afta party. And really, who can resist seeing three different sets of post-Atlanta babes playing together, children of mamas who have been as close as sisters for twenty years. Did I just say twenty years? Good God.
Here's to old school Atlanta buddies, reunions, and dear friends who remind me and will never forget (or let me forget) who I am.