Write about: the charm.
Farm BBQ was a definite success this evening. Hosted 24 people, though that number includes two babies and five kids ranging from less than two to just over four years old. Other than a wind that was rather excessive at times, the weather cooperated as well.
And now I am completely exhausted, as it was a long day of preparations and then a long evening of entertaining. So good night, and see you all again on the morrow.
Two of our guests this evening got along particularly well. Gracie, who was a flower girl at our wedding two years ago at the tender age of two and a half, and Dex, a little boy who moved in just down the street from us less than a month ago.
Gracie, along with her sister and mother, were the first to arrive. When it was explained to her that there would be no girls her age at the BBQ she was not shy about voicing her disappointment. Which is not surprising, since I'm pretty sure there's not a shy bone in her body. You should have seen her steal the show at our wedding.
Anyway. Dex is also very outgoing. In fact, when Kat and I went over to invite our new neighbours to the BBQ he held out his hand while we were talking to his mom and said, "Hi, I'm Dex."
Shortly after he and his family arrived, Gracie was chasing him around the tables and I don't think they were too far apart for the rest of the evening. I was actually taking Gracie up to pick a few blackberries (her favorite of all that we grow) and suddenly Dex was joining the adventure. And when we got to the bushes Gracie insisted on picking some berries just for him.
It was all rather ridiculously charming and cute, really. I'm curious to hear if there will be any requests for another play date from either party.
I expect there will be.