Two things have dominated the past week: foot issues and parties.
Both kids decided to host parties last week. Aidan, a dinner party on the lawn; Coleman, a birthday party in the house.
Oh, how I would love to share more photos of Aidan's set up. Inspired by Pinterest, she set up a table on the lawn, strung lights and candles around the yard, made creative appetizers and a cold avocado soup and spent time with friends until the late evening hours.
The thought of moving around to take pictures was a bit more than I could handle so I asked Dan to snap a few. You know, just to have a record. (Thanks, baby.)
Not that I believe an event doesn't exist on quite the same plane without photographs. I know that it does. But I'm grateful for the shots all the same.
For Cole's party, I snagged one shot, taken from my office window, through a screen with my iPhone. And you know what? I kind of love it.
How life changes.
The parties of today are so different than the ones that came before.
Parents aren't needed to direct activites. In fact, parents are better serving the process by getting out of the way.
I'm pretty cool with that, actually.
I don't recall hosting parties in my teen years at my house. That's not a judgement on my parents. It's just a fact.
I love that Aidan and Cole want to do these sorts of things. I love that it's at our home, a place where they feel comfortable bringing their friends, a place where they know they can do their own thing and be themselves.
And hey, at least I know what they're all doing for a solid five or six hours, right?
Party on, young Zielskes. Party on.