Homecomings and homegoings

The last 24 hours have been filled with homecomings and homegoings – and celebrations in between.

It all started yesterday afternoon when Ed came home from a week fishing at the Juniper Club, near Ocala. He came in with all his gear, a bag full of fresh-picked oranges and grapefruits, hugs all around, and some good fishing stories.

Maggie was next, arriving with two bags full of groceries, all the necessary ingredients for osso bucco.

Then Jack showed up with his accordian and a cooler full of crushed ice, the foundation for the evening's featured cocktail.

Next through the door was nephew Scott.

Each homecoming appreciated. We were gathering to celebrate my birthday (and Scott's too). While Mary made a brownie pudding, Maggie got busy making a lime syrup for Gov't Mules, a recreated cocktail from Woodberry Kitchen, our favoriate restaurant in Baltimore.

A Gov't Mule, served in a copper cup,
just like at Woodberry Kitchen

Maggie also got the evening's entree, osso bucco, into the oven for braising. Meanwhile, Jack entertained us with his voice and accordian.

Mary's friend, John, joined the party just in time for dessert.

Nothing I like better than to have all my beloveds home, sharing a meal. I didn't even mind turning a year older.

This morning, everyone scattered. Mary and John left just after breakfast to drive back to Baltimore to start their last semesters of college; Jack stayed for church, but then headed back to town; and Maggie is leaving shortly for an event in town.

They come. They go. My heart hurts – and a tear or two falls – every time they leave. I know they must go. They have things to do,  places to go, people to see. I just hope they know that their momma loves having them home.