tonight was the last night all 9 Dow+Lynne Wilsons would be together until October 2013. if that.so we had a feast. out came the china, the crystal and even the silver. and 5 courses. of course.
I suppose hosting, cheese courses and china are becoming quite regular at Place Wilson (there is hardly a day here without guests over for lunch or dinner); but tonight was different.
It was special because it was us. just the Wilsons.
We made predictions for each member at our next gathering in 2013. Married? with kids, 25 lbs heavier, doctor, author, retired?--the lists became quite ridiculous sometimes. I guess some were more realistic than others.
But that is not the fun of it. The fun is the snorting at Jane's lawyer-like decision, and falling off our chairs at Peter's wit. It is Adam telling Italian stories, and us responding in French. It is us knowing so well what they will say and we still laugh after they have said it. it is Hannah saying, "grot any groats?" it is the simple fact that we've all eaten too many groats. even for a horse. it is hannah's obsession with New Zealand. and Becky's british accent. it is mumzy's frugality. and Dad's loyalties. it is Adam ending words in -y. it is that a 1/4 of our Gallette des Rois has already been eaten... It is that peter eats as much food off my plate as his own. and that I correct his cutting of the cheeses. it is that abe lounges across 3 chairs for PDR--'post dinner reclination' while we start the dishes. it is that I am excused for dishes to make music with Hannah. it is the riotous laughter. We know so much about each other--good and bad--and love each other so much for it.
I could not ask for a more beautiful thing.
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I did, of course, feel ridiculous telling you that "tenacious" was related to the French "tenir," as soon as I said it. You, for goodness's sake, are a Wilson! (And you have preferences about cheese-cutting techniques!) But I had just made the connection myself--tenacious = holding on tightly = fierce. Hence the reason I was grabbing the "rocket" so hard. Anyway.
But as soon as I said it--and felt dumb/bad/not great--about having said it, I figured that you were Mariah (and a Wilson!) and widely reputed for your generosity of heart and that you would forgive me for momentarily underestimating/forgetting you and your francophonic savvy. Heaven bless you, Mariah. And all the Wilsons. Tenaciously. :)
Oh, that brought a tear to my eye. I love you guys. I meant to get you a little package in the mail Ryah dearest but it might have to wait for the MTC or Paris. Make sure I get to hear somewhere along the lines from you dearest missionary. I promise to email if I get your info!!!!!!
LOVE YOU!
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