Happy birthday, Estee!
After one of Neal’s famous breakfasts, we went to the new church they’re attending and were treated to an invigorating, thought-provoking sermon. We then shopped at Cabela’s for guns, bear spray, and gummy bears (did not buy guns, at my insistence), and came home for lunch.
After the obligatory game of Catan, which I won but felt guilty about winning because it was Estee’s birthday, we napped. Ah, the grace of a Sunday afternoon rest.
On a walk around the lake behind their home, I captured pictures of their place from across the lake, and also got pictures of the giant cottonwoods before the last of them is cut down.
(The house right in the center of the picture, far across Blackhawk Lake, is Neal and Estee's.)
Estee’s birthday dinner at the Burough was an adventure in culinary taste and vocabulary. We dined on comfit, pate, aspic, pork belly with rhubarb, and raw beef. Incredible flavors. Great conversation and company. A wonderful birthday with our all-time favorite daughter-in-law.
It is a gift to visit grown children and to see love, grace, and purpose in their lives.
And we love the cats!
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