Youngest of six turned sixteen Tuesday, and honestly feel a change of rhythm, and somewhat heightened responsibility. Another one learning to drive, and with that the not easy letting go. Summer nights when they all might like to be out.
Instead of the historical cotton candy and snow cones and kids running all over, we celebrated with a small sit down dinner for twelve in the city backyard.
We had blackberry lime Rickey’s, old school artichoke and crab dip with pitas toasted on the grill, roast chicken, mashed potatoes and haricots vert. Red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting when it got dark.
Not a lot of photos from the birthday, I was super busy in the kitchen and kept asking if someone would pick up the camera, never happened. That’s a good thing, seems we can get caught up documenting not just being. It was an absolutely beautiful evening.
The rest of this month we’ve been dining al fresco, making a good mess in the kitchen, and driving for overnights to upstate small lakes. Driving back again even in the middle of the night when the pull of family is strong and overwhelming.
Wishing everyone safe summer nights as we slide towards what we all think of as routine, which inevitably ends up not.