Yesterday we had a gi-normous picnic to celebrate our youngest high school graduate! Our trees are finally providing shade, the weather cooperated, and I think it went off without a hitch—except for some grass allergies and a few No RSVP/No-shows: I wonder if e-mail was a mistake.
Trivia: The USPS does not have a creed or motto. “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” is an inscription on a post office in New York City, referring to the courier service of the ancient Persian Empire.
For her picnic, almost everyone who could be here, was here. That does not surprise me: Lily is beloved; one of a kind. She’s Christian, respectful, and loving. She’s sharp, helpful, and hard-working; cares for children, plays piano, rides horses, and is computer-savvy. She’s very beautiful, but has her own casual style. She likes to have fun, is doing a great job of training her dog, and—oh yeah—she’s a nut! (j.k.)
So I served a big spread for Lily’s special day: the tables out on the lawn were jam-packed with sandwiches, guacamole, fruit, cookies… you name it. 50 people were here, but I could have fed 100. [It brought back to mind Emily’s wedding last fall. Sigh! All three of our girls are all grown up!] We had lots of leftovers, but thankfully today some relatives came by just in time for lunch.
Lily’s been getting lots of questions lately: “What are you going to do next?” … “Is there anybody special?” She responds demurely and politely when the situation calls for it, but with others, well, she pulls out all the stops. …Yup, she’s definitely got her own style. I love that.