
Hillary couldn't resist snapping this pic of Phoebe this morning. She had her nose resting on the lip of the sliding door. Too cute. I chose it to accompany this post because it kind of looks the way I've felt this week. After celebrating Joanna's 19th (howtheheckdidthathappen??) birthday,
I confess I've been a little bluesy. Our family is changing, yet again, and it's all good stuff but it's official: with the baby turning 19 and moving out and doing extremely well living on her own, darn it (just kidding) our kids are grown. Anyway, it's been a week of reflection for me. It's been bittersweet with memories. It is rewarding to see the four of them happy, responsible and able to take care of themselves. It's also a blast to sit around the table with them talking and realize that they are our favorite people to be with.
Today I've spent most of the day in kitchen. That has been just what I needed. I miss being a stay-at-home mom very much and am so thankful for the years I got to be at home with my kids. Who wants to be in the kitchen when you get home from work? Not me, I'm usually too pooped. Wednesday night a friend dropped off a box of gravenstein apples from their farm. They are sweet and juicy. Last night I made a pie. I would've taken a picture but frankly, my crusts are long on taste but short on looks. I hope to improve upon that. Today I loaded the food dehydrator with apples and a batch of applesauce is simmering to make our home smell like fall. I love it! If you're itching to visit someplace beautiful in the fall, come on up. The northwest is gorgeous. Just ask Ben and Alli. Oh, the debris in the background by Phoebe? John thinks our neighbors trimmed the parts of our tree that go over their fence and then threw the debris back into our yard. Oh brother! Pretty nice neighbors, huh? Well, no worries. Phoebe enjoys it immensely!