Last Friday was spent with this friend. She flew from her home in the midwest to spend the weekend doing life with the family and me.
She called it vacation.
I wasn’t so sure.
It had been quite awhile since we had opened our home to anyone but family or significant others of family members. Yes, there had been a season, but it was left behind in another decade.
I made up the room.
Becky’s flight arrived on Thursday, delayed just the right amount of time for me to have lunch with my son AND visit with him at his apartment.
Our time together consisted of conversation interrupted by the many needs of children and the running of this house. It consisted of her meeting lots of new people.
We grabbed moments of conversation in the car, at the grocery store, in the yard, in the living room. We shared meaningful, sometimes difficult, words.
We grabbed space when we needed it.
We went wine tasting with Steve and made memories.
We celebrated a high school graduation with friends and their son.
She celebrated my birthday with me. And Little Mae’s, too.
There was laughter and there were tears.
We hung out under the stars.
It was a sweet time with a sweet friend. These girls agree that Miss Becky was fun to have in our home for the weekend.
The flight delay the morning of her return flight allowed us to get this picture.
The next day while leaving Target together, Little Mae said to me out of the blue “I wish Miss Becky was still here.” I asked why. “She’s just kind of really fun to have around.“
Yes, she is. And were blessed by her visit. All of us.
The curious can read her perspective here.