Took Mom to the airport with her sister and brother-in-law for their trip to the east coast.
Went to the International District with the family, bringing Mom along and meeting Greg and Jocelyn and their kids. The bambina gave us a little tour, the dude peeled off and explored book stores along the light rail line, and all had a good time.
Mom came up for the kids’ band concert.
Tonight’s kitchen victory: bœuf Bourguignon, with Mom over.
Had Mom over last night for pizza.
Mom and Greg and Jocelyn and the kids came over for Christmas. I overcommitted this year, but it still ended up joyful, to use a clichéd word that nevertheless fits perfectly.