March 23, 2016
Most of Dylan's birthday passed uneventfully. I posted lots of pics and a couple of memorial videos on Facebook. There were a few tears shed towards the end of the day when I saw an update his brother posted. Sometimes I get lost in my own grief, forgetting he also had 2 brothers and a dad who love and miss him.
This morning I was outside talking to my son about some home repairs when the neighbor across the street pulled into her driveway. We exchanged waves, but then she invited me over for coffee and cupcakes. She was carrying the bakery box. I accepted and went over a few minutes later. Her home is a brick bungalow like ours, just a bit smaller.
She was boiling water for her French press coffee maker while I was in the dining room chatting with her mom who was setting cupcakes up on a platter. Creamer and sugar bowl came out, coffee, cups and saucers looked to be fragile fine china. Her table was covered with a beautiful lace tablecloth. Old family photographs covered the walls and the furniture were antiques. It was such a different version of my house.
It was really lovely to spend an hour chatting with other women. We exchanged phone numbers. Later in the day she texted and said I was very funny! The only set of China I have was given to me a few years ago and has never even been unpacked. My dishes are mismatched fiesta ware and my flatware doesn't match either. And no tea/coffee cups. Mugs only. All different colors. So when I return the favor I hope MUCH more casual will be okay.