On Thursday I deep cleaned the house, baked a pie and made some eggplant rollatini. I found this note Mary wrote to Lydia while I cleaned:
It says, “Dear Lydia Wiye (why) Do You Read So Much!!!”
Sometimes Mary gets really frustrated when Lydia reads and doesn’t want to play. I thought it was an adorable note.
At 4:30 Abe came home so we could go to Sundance for the night to celebrate our anniversary. Tom and Suzanne were so sweet and spent the night and babysat the kids so we could get away.
On the way we stopped at Harmon’s and picked up stuff for our Friday picnic, and then we drove to the Tree Room at Sundance.
They don’t allow you to take pictures in the Tree Room, but it was such wonderful ambiance. We got to snuggle at a “booth” that was so incredibly comfortable. The food was seriously too rich, but we still ate almost all of it.
We were so delighted by our Sundance Cabin called “Lower Hollow.” Abe took some pictures:
We binge watched Game of Thrones and spent an hour in the outdoor hot tub breathing the clean mountain air.
We also gave each other gifts. I always give Abe audio books for our anniversary, and he always gives me jewelry and a poem. This year I gave him David Brooks’ The Second Mountain and Bill Clinton’s new mystery thriller.
He gave me this necklace of a kite, and this poem:
My Kite
You are my kite
Soaring through sky
Heavenward gusts
Calling you high
I feel your tug
To let out more string
The wind has caught
The wind is king
It once caused pain
The string unreeling
Your heart from me
The sky seemingly stealing
But there are some things
I have come to learn
Though you can seem far
You always return
Trailing clouds
As I’m gleefully winding
The string never fails
Near or far, it is binding
Reunited, deeper, closer
You help me to see
The things that you saw
And you whisper to me
The gift of our love
Enables my flight
I whisper back
We honor that love
When you fly with your might
I will my sweet love
But tonight I’m with you
And tomorrow you’re the kite