Jeremy's dad, Frank, makes the best pickles, ever. This year he put Thai peppers in some of his pickles. Trust me, this jar packs enough flavor that it really deserves a new word in the dictionary to describe it. It makes my mouth water just looking at the jar. I'll be opening it as soon as I finish this post.
I love home-made gifts. We don't do them often enough these days. The mother of Gene's children, Wendy, gave me a beautiful pair of wool socks she knitted along with a warm scarf and a matching hat. She also brought the best-ever sweet potatoes with a pecan/brown sugar topping to dinner yesterday. It was like dessert disguised as a vegetable. I had it for breakfast this morning before we left Portland, along with turkey & stuffing with gravy from last night's gift from Jeremy. Forget the french toast. Give me leftovers.
The kids made us a photo frame with a picture their mom took of them together on the first day of school this year. It's a treasure that will be hanging up on the wall before the sun goes down today. There was also a small ornament the youngest made for us. Treasures ... all of these.
It was a really fun weekend and one not to be soon forgotten.