This weekend was a big one for our family; my dad turned 60 and my cousin Kate got married. My family came in from Colorado and Texas to celebrate both occasions.
Friday night we had a dinner for my dad, who of course wanted everything low key and easy. Costco pizza, salad and pie — with surprise guests. My parents’ closest friends joined us for the easy family dinner. It was what Donley dinners often are: a contest of who can tell the funniest story the loudest. We are certainly not a shy bunch.
I made my Grandma Maxine’s peach blueberry pie for dessert — my dad’s favorite:
Nelson didn’t get pie, but did make sure his grandpa got proper 60th birthday cuddles.
My dad said the pie tasted just like my gram’s, which made me teary. She is still an active character is all of our stories and family gatherings. When I shared a photo of her pie on Instagram earlier this week, I had many ask for the recipe: Peach Blueberry Pie
Also! Kate got married. And was one of the most spectacularly beautiful brides I’ve ever seen. It was such a fun wedding:
I’d never been to the Arizona Inn before, but it is gorgeous in that perfect southwestern Tucson way. They said their vows with the sun setting on the Catalina Mountains. The immaculate grounds had lots of wildflowers, cactus and succulents. (I thought twice about sneaking clippings, but the margaritas got my attention instead.) The inside looked like an ode to Frida:
Needless to say, I loved it. It was wonderful to catch up with family too, especially this stinker. My grandfather just turned 88.
His filter is gone, and he had no problem telling people to “get out of his way” when he approached on his motorized scooter. Ah, family. My grandmother would have loved the weekend. She was there with us in many ways.