Whirlwind Weekend

A week ago today Greg and I headed to Fulton to celebrate my brother-in-law’s 50th birthday. This is the delicious cake that Sheila made. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Above is Gary, Greg’s youngest brother, his mother, Sheila and Greg. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tend to be very camera shy but they got me on the above photo. Paula, my sister-in-law (Gary’s wife) on the left is holding her youngest daughter, Kelly. I’m in the middle with my other sister-in-law, Amanda (Eric’s wife and party planner) on the right. Our niece, Laura (Paula’s oldest daughter) is next to us. Above is the birthday boy making a wish with some help from his nieces.

 

On this trip Greg and I stayed with his mom. She has a beautiful view of the Oswego river. 

Sunday morning we got up early so we went to breakfast at Mimi’s. We took some pictures of the downtown area. I love this mural on the side of a building and we both enjoyed the beautiful views of the canals.

I found the clock fascinating and the above building is the public library. I have many a fond memory of borrowing books. I read the whole Walter Farley (Black Stallion Series) and many more books and I believe my love of reading started with this library.

Mother’s Day 2010

Things change as kids get older on Mother’s Day. Derek stayed at school this weekend because he’s in the pit band for the play Footloose. Mark helped a friend do some tree work for extra money and just Em was home. Greg really has been the one to always make the day special for me. He gave my ole Caravan a wash and wax today. She’s 13 years old with over 111,000 miles. She got some new front brakes last week. We started looking at new cars thinking maybe it’s time but after looking and test driving I decided I like what I have versus any of the newer, more plasticy, expensive things on the market sooo, we’ll keep on chugging along for as long as we can. 

Greg stood back and admired his work. The Caravan didn’t look half bad.

Above is a memory of a long ago Mother’s Day. I don’t remember how old Mark was but he was the only child at the time when Greg took him to buy this Azalea bush. He was very excited when they brought it home. Both he and the bush were much smaller. It looked beautiful today. I couldn’t help but think back to a simpler time…