I love Wednesday mornings. It's pig hauling day for Mom and Dad. That means a trip into the big city. The hard work of scaling and fighting hundreds of pounds of pure pork muscle into the trailer for the trip gets the appetites going. And so, a breakfast stop at Aaltos is mandatory. Every week is the same - same time, same place. The whole family knows it. If I'm not working, I'll often haul myself out of bed to join the parents for breakfast. Usually the Grandparents show as well. When there is food, the Grandparents will crash. It's a universal law. Occasionally various other family members show up as well. Good food, conversation, and laughter ensue.
Today I even got presents from Grandma! Yummy smelling hand soap for me and for my rockin' cousin who lives at my house. Also, I got hugs x 3. For myself, the Husband, and Cousin. Sweet.
And now, with a full tummy I'm going to return to bed. Call me lazy. But I'm tired and I have to work an evening shift. I'll take Bentley for a walk before I go to work. I promise.
3 comments:
I heard that you took our cousin in with you and your husband. I think about that situation a lot and just wanted to let you know that what you have done is very admirable. God bless you for making a difference!
Well she pays rent, helps around the house, and is a pleasure to hang out with. Love having her around!
the post - about eating out with family and coming home to go to sleep - and a full breakfast to celebrate farm life - it all sounds so REAL - like I'm there with you - a taste of what once was "home" for me...
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