Category Archives: Perfect Moment

Twitter Post: Perfect Moment Monday

Here is what I was tweeting about Saturday night (click on the Twitter links).

Our Brandi Carlile evening was put together by and the photos were taken by Mary Beth, an incredibly talented portrait artist (that’s a hint for anyone in Colorado who needs portraits done).


In invite you all to join me next week for Perfect Moment Mondays. You know you have them (perfect moments, not necessarily on Mondays). The trick is not to miss them.

Watch for yours this week and post about it next week. Leave me a comment here when you do so I can link our perfect moments together.

Perfect moment: roots and branches

In the Fall of 1932, Fay married “Cap” in western Nebraska. They began together a simple but rough life as farm people. They had three children, who had children, who had children.

And 303 seasons later, their 27 surviving descendants are gathered in a reunion cabin in the mountains of Colorado. We come from Arizona, California, Colorado, Ohio and Oregon.

Cappie died right before Tessa was born, in 2001. Grandma died in 2005.

Their children include my mom and her two brothers. There are two spouses, one being my dad.

My generation includes my two sisters and me, plus three surviving cousins and one who is with us in spirit. Among us, we have five spouses.

The newest generation consists of Tessa and Reed, Dominic, three of their cousins, and five of my cousins’ children.

As I exclude myself from the activities to document the morning, I see a group working on a 2000 piece puzzle of the Vegas Strip. I did the hard part (of course) earlier and now they are merely filling in. Slackers.

My cousins are preparing apple-sausage crisp. Smelling good. My cousin Debora has just chimed the 5 minute alert. Salivary glands are activated.

I am delighted that our children are playing so well together, in spite of a very late night of sing-alongs and a very early morning of mountain sunlight. There is quite a buzz among the kids about the bear that got into our garbage last night (despite the tite-lock bin) and left paw prints on each of our cars (luckily no damage).

I am supremely happy.

(See this post from last year’s mini-reunion of my immediate family, if your are the odd interested sort who loves other peoples’ pictures.)

Perfect Moment Family Edition

It is late afternoon. Roger has just gotten home from work and has changed from his nice clothes to jeans and a t-shirt. He’s looking mighty fine, now fitting into jeans the same size he wore during his college days.

He’s offered to cook supper tonight, and he unloads the groceries he brought home. He trims and seasons the steaks, which are sure to be yummy, and lets them sit while the grill heats up.

The kids are jumping all over him, to his delight. He sits Tessa down to work on her kindergarten homework. She beams as she demonstrates the difference between an upper-case P and a lower-case p.

Reed tells about the boy in preschool who ate glue. He extracts from Daddy a promise to build a Le.go spaceship after dinner.

I am in the family room reading and commenting on blogs. I have almost missed a perfect moment. I look up and tune in just in time.