Strep throat (Milo) and a snowy Siskiyou pass prevented us from heading to the Bay Area, as we had planned. We were consoled by a sweet invitation to spend the holiday with the Blaines, at Birdy and Gary's house in Portland. I stole these pictures from Mark for a long overdue ode to our hosts, and adopted family. (If Jess and Mark are our children's godparents, does that make Eloise and Gary their godgrandparents?)
We loved every minute of the weekend. We loved the cooking and the conversations, the music lessons, and the generosity.
the "Manufactured Log Cabins" - our bastardized version of a Log Cabin (where the heck can you find maple liquor anyway?),
and the napping in a cozy livingroom while PNW rain drizzled outside the picture windows,
We always love the brussels sprouts a la Marquis,
and Eloise, we love Eloise. We love her sweet smile, her calm approach to entertaining - whether it's seventeen adults for dinner, or three children for dutch babies. I didn't actually grow up knowing this family, but going to NW Gordon Street feels like coming home.
We loved the lounging,
the "Manufactured Log Cabins" - our bastardized version of a Log Cabin (where the heck can you find maple liquor anyway?),
and the napping in a cozy livingroom while PNW rain drizzled outside the picture windows,
We always love the brussels sprouts a la Marquis,
and Eloise, we love Eloise. We love her sweet smile, her calm approach to entertaining - whether it's seventeen adults for dinner, or three children for dutch babies. I didn't actually grow up knowing this family, but going to NW Gordon Street feels like coming home.
We loved the food and the company,
the sweetness,
and of course, the wine.
Thank you for putting up with the Davises for the weekend. We had a wonderful time. We'll be back soon.
