I got home first after church, ahead of the other twelve, who arrived like homing pigeons soon after: Brenda and Kevin from cottage country; Pete and Sue, four grandchildren and one of their cousins; and Paul, with Uncle John and cousin Stephen, freshly arrived from England just yesterday.
I could hardly wait to use the new kitchen trolley thing that I bought from Solutions, "the organized living store," this week.
It has a stainless steel square top, with bamboo legs below, a drawer and a rack underneath, and a pull out wire basket, and it's on wheels.
It was every bit as amazing as I anticipated. I loaded it up with the dishes of food from the stove and pushed it all to the dining room table at once; the casseroles went back on top after going around the table and then afterwards I loaded it up with all dirty the dishes. It saved many steps and kept everything so organized.
Our afternoon ended with Sue and I watching Hachi; A Dog’s Tale with the children, while Paul, Pete,Uncle John and Stephen, talked in the next room. Sue and I sobbed through the last half hour, while the kids laughed at us and handed us Kleenex. My littlest granddaughter thew her arms around me twice, saying, "I'll make you feel better, Omie."
It is such a good movie, but be prepared that if you have a heart any bigger than a pea you will be a blubbering mess.
As I prepared to wave off Pete and Sue and crew as they left at the end of the day, our youngest grandson called out from the front step, "Omie, help me pack these rocks in my pocket."
And I did... :)