This weekend was one of the brilliant ones; 4 generations of Moens together at Lillehammer, celebrating the oldest boy in our family stepping into adulthood. And what a handsome man he has grown into.
We are all so proud of him; no one more so than his mother, my younger sister.
For the first time ever my parents got to have their 3 daughters, 2 sons in law, 7 grandchildren and 1 great grandchild in one place. A complete Moen clan and a lot of noise; we are not a timid breed, just ask the sons in law.
We also got to spend time with my brother in law’s family and my sister’s best friend and her family; all lovely people.
I chokingly delivered my little godmother speech with accompanying gifts for his way into the future; a (chocolate) gold medal so he will remember who he is (No 1), a map over Norway so he’ll remember where he comes from (and where Stavanger is), and a flash light so he can find his way through darkness. Did I say I was choking?
The youngest member of the clan was incredible patient all through the service and dinner and was having the time of his life running in the hallways with all his cousins, wearing them out one by one.
Unfortunately I was, as always, crap at taking pictures, but I have borrowed these (with permission) from my sister’s Facebook page. Thank goodness for family members who took pictures at the church and the party and more family pictures, so I’ll get copies. I’ll have to ask the proud mother to take a picture of the young man with his new quilt, because, surprise, surprise, I forgot.
Today I have been resting my pleasantry muscles (it’s hard work being so pleasant all the time!) and gotten back to work. I’ll be swamped for the next few of weeks, so there will probably not be much sewing. Unless I just have to...
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