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Monday Update: 06/09/08


Well, after a busy week and a fun-filled weekend, you can see we are all finally starting to settle back into our normal little family. Penny and Buddy are tied at the hips again, like she was never gone. Matt and I spent a lot of time last week moving things around for him, and then preparing for the big party weekend…which was FANTASTIC! Mom and Dad pulled into town Friday afternoon and helped get things ready. Dad and I worked on mulching the rest of my flower bed around the house and Mom and Matt supervised. Dad helped hang up the rest of Matt’s garage d├ęcor and Mom and I supervised that.
Matt and his Dad got a bunch of work done in the garage earlier in the week, so we didn’t have too much to do. Mostly just a final sweep up and setting up tables. I’ll post pictures of the garage later this week when we get it all picked back up…but it looks really good!

Saturday was just a wonderful day. We had over 60 friends and family stop by to welcome Matt home and celebrate the new house with us. Matt hung out in the garage most of the day visiting with everyone, while I would take people on the ‘tour’ of the house. It was hot that day, in the upper 80’s, but with the fans going and the nice breeze it wasn’t too bad. All the kids had a blast rolling down the front yard and running around the lawn. It was fun to have everyone here, and just spend time together. As the evening wore on, the crowd dwindled and Mom and Dad went to bed. It was just us and our friends Dwain, Erica, Amy, and Blake…we sat in the garage with the lights turned off, as the bugs started dive bombing us, and talked into the night. We finally came inside and went to bed around 11:00 or so. Considering the first visitors arrived around 2:00, it was a pretty full day! But, again, it was just so much fun. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I loved seeing everyone, and I know Matt did too. It was so fun for him to see all the folks turn out to support him and show how much they care. I know it meant a lot to him – and it did to me as well. We had old friends, new friends, family from all over the state…his sister Lissa also flew in from California for the weekend. It was just a great, great time. Did I mention that?

Sunday we got up to go to church, but were in the midst of deluge after deluge, and the thought of trying to get Matt in and out of the car in that weather was enough to keep us home bound. We had a leisurely morning with Mom and Dad, just recounting all the fun we had the day before. Dad did a few little projects around the house for me, like putting in peep holes in the door (yahoo!!) and we munched on leftover ham sandwiches and chips. Later in the day Hope, Chad, Meghan, and Matthew all came over too and we spent the rest of the day together playing with the kids and watching the rain come and go. We ended the night with a movie with Mom and Dad. It was so much fun for me to have them stay the weekend with us. In all our married life, only once have they been able to stay with us (except of course, when Matt was in the hospital…but that doesn’t count). Way back when we were first married they stayed with us in our first house, and slept in our bed…while we camped out on the front porch!! So, this time it was so nice to have room to spread out and show them the hospitality I’ve been longing to share with them.

This morning was our first ‘normal’ morning, where we both got up and around and I left to go to work. It was good to get back into a routine and I was really looking forward to coming home tonight to Matt! It has been a good evening so far…we grilled out and had supper together and now we’re all five here in the office…the dogs at my feet, the cat on the desk next to me, and Matt sitting at the end of the desk enjoying the view out the front window. It’s a beautiful evening and we have a great breeze flowing through…and finally NO rain!! Today, Matt said was the first day he really felt like he was home…in our home. I know that in the coming days it will feel more and more like home, for us both…and for that, I am truly, truly grateful.

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