In early May, over Mother’s Day weekend, my parents, Tracy, and baby Ivy came to visit us. In the early days my sister was in the hospital, and still not conscious, my mom’s sister, Aunt Cathy, drove down from Memphis to be with us at the hospital. She stayed most of the week, living the highs and lows with us, most of that time believing that Tracy may not survive or, at most, would be severely disabled. Aunt Cathy’s youngest daughter, Libby, is pregnant with her first child (due in August) and I remember Aunt Cathy mentioning that week we were all in Atlanta that Libby was going to be having a baby shower in Charlotte in May (my cousins graduated from high school in Charlotte). In February, when I learned of the shower, I thought there was no way Tracy would be able to make it. Well, since then I’ve learned not to doubt my sister. My parents first went to Atlanta to pick Tracy and Ivy up before heading to Charlotte—Tracy had been driving for a good month by then, but didn’t feel comfortable on such a long drive—and Tracy was still wearing a defibrillator vest (although she got the go-ahead to send it back within a few days after this weekend), but otherwise you wouldn’t know she had been through a darn thing just a few months earlier.
Most of the weekend felt like one big Girls Night Out. Jonathan and Jack left on Saturday for a Cub Scouts overnight at the Myrtle Beach aquarium. Saturday morning, Aunt Cathy and my cousins, Sarah and Libby, came over for brunch at my house for a lovely time catching up (Sarah lives in Austin and Libby lives in L.A., so these gatherings are too few and far between). Saturday afternoon my mom, Tracy, and I headed to Libby’s baby shower at one of her friend’s house. There I finally met for the first time my cousins’ (Sarah and Libby are my only cousins) other cousins who I knew they had spent so much time with growing up (I was always kind of jealous of the relationship my cousins had with their other cousins). After meeting Bridget, Katie, and their mom (who my mom was actually great friends with in high school—my aunt and uncle met in high school, as did my mom and dad), however, I want to be adopted as family, too—they’re loads of fun. We spent most of our time at Libby’s shower hanging out with them and actually kept the party going with them at Vivace after the shower. It was a fun night and so much more so because Tracy was there.
While my mom, Tracy, and I were out having a very long GNO, my dad (aka, Papa) was taking care of the littlest of ladies. He took Ella and Ivy out to dinner at Olive Garden (a favorite for both Ella and Papa), bought ice cream as treat on the way home, and lulled them to sleep with a movie. We were all very impressed—I guess I’ve learned not to doubt Papa, too. :)
On Mother’s Day my dad took us all out for a nice brunch, each of us moms got a rose at the restaurant—and it was so lovely to spend Mother’s Day with my own mother and to also be able to celebrate my sister’s first Mother’s Day since her whole near-death experience. After brunch, they all headed back to Atlanta to get Tracy back to her boys. And my boys came home midday to enjoy the day with me. It was definitely a Mother’s Day weekend for the record books.
I admittedly did not get my big camera out as much as I should’ve over the weekend, mostly capturing the weekend on Instagram. But, I did get a few pics of these lovely ladies. Ella loves taking care of her sweet girl cousins whenever they visit.
{libby (pregnant, due in August), aunt cathy, and sarah…i kind of sneaked my big camera out of purse at the baby shower at the last moment. :) }
{tracy and i, our cousins (sarah and libby), and their cousins (bridget and katie) at the baby shower.}
{my mom took this one with her phone…that’s a new development within the past few months—both Tracy and my mom are texting and have phone cams. and all it took was a little cardiac arrest…}
{papa and his little girls}
Once Jonathan and Jack were home from their Cub Scout trip and my parents had left to get Tracy back to her boys for Mother’s Day, my kids showered me with some Mother’s Day love.
From Jack:
From Ella:
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