Sometimes, I just can't believe how much I've been blessed with family. The last three Saturdays were spent with all kinds of family. First, with the best of friends who have adopted me as family, when the oldest of the Arizona girls graduated from high school. That's her speaking as valedictorian.
The following Saturday, a beautiful day through the Hudson River Valley with my cousin Melissa and her husband. (That's the Vanderbilt Mansion, one of my current projects, in case you're wondering.)
And then, this weekend, New York City with another cousin, Amy, and her daughter. Broadway! Museums! The Halal Guys! Gourmet ice cream! Converting the city to Mormonism!
There was a particularly nice moment four weekends ago. My friend was moving away, and when I stopped by to see her, her always-entertaining-three-year-old ran to his dad, saying, "Grandma's here!" Such a compliment. And no, I'm not being sarcastic. I really loved that.
When you live on your own, a network like this, one that wraps you in friendship and adventure and experiences, is a great boon. You, who keep reading this blog? You're part of that comforting blanket for me. Thank you!