How is it possible it’s August already?
My annual family reunion at Mo Ranch was delightful, as ever. Here are a few favorite snapshots… (Apologies that my laptop decided to only upload in teeny tiny format. Think of it like tapas: small bites, more to enjoy!)
Um, we drink coffee. Like Olympic quantities. I come by it genetically, see?
There was running and walking in floppy hats and Chacos (who were, by the way, quite pleased to be at Mo Ranch ten years on…best sandals ever).
There was a piñata (thanks to Aunt Karen). So much fun.
There were well-posed for pictures (including the latter where my nieces shouted “MO RAAAAANCH!” at the top of their lungs.
There were particularly holy moments, like when Gigi put her blanket on her head and proudly proclaimed, “I’m MARY!” and a relaxing time in the chapel (with the other Mary).
There was the dog run, where we did not in fact run dogs, but actually sat in rocking chairs sipping beverages and catching up on life.
(This included our version of communion: my grandmother’s amazingly buttery pound cake and red vino.)
The kiddos had s’more communion of their own…
As is tradition, my dad and I got up bright and early Sunday morning to watch the sunrise from the Chapel on the Hill. I’ve been doing just that on my last morning at Mo since I was in junior high coming for midwinter conferences (it was a tad colder in January).
There were lovely Texas wildflowers and long soaks in the Guadalupe River (including a particularly spectacular starry evening gathering).
All in all, it was a fabulous Mo, though we really missed my cousin Lee and her husband Luis (who just had a new addition!).
When I got home there was something new in store for me. Some church members had a little angel named Fifi who they decided might benefit from being an only child. I met her, and it was love at first sight. She’s the sweetest 5-year-old maltese and I’m just delighted.
Such a charmer. I’m a lucky gal, indeed.
It was so good to see family, and it’s nice to be home, too. I had to have a little skin cancer taken care of today (wear sunscreen and hats, kids!) and continue to be amazed by the support and love of this wonderful community (in the form of company, peaches, tomatoes and a freshly-mown lawn). So, here’s to August, my friends. I hope it’s a good one.