dinner party for four, please.

If you were wondering. ..no, I am not through telling you about Boston.  

Let's be serious,  if I wanted I could go for days.
I could tell you about  our sister date where we dressed in six inch platforms and saw a teeny bopper movie with the largest diet coke you've ever seen. Or I could tell you about all of the throngs of people who admire Clara on the street and in the stores.  Or I could tell you about the most intense baby kiss I've ever received that caught the attention of a whole crowd at a stop light.  Or about Watson the Corgi and his antics at the park.

But, if you were wondering who throws the greatest dinner parties, 

i will tell you the award goes to Jess.

I aspire to be as cute as her,
but sadly admit to eating dinner in front of the couch with Jay more often than lets that be possible.

Our last night together Steve was home and he, Clara, and I 

were ordered on no uncertain terms to stay upstairs as dinner was about to come out of the oven.
We obeyed happily and came back down to nothing less than a feast.  

And a lovely feast that spared no detail, per the usual.
Candles, dirty diet coke (or a clean-dirty diet coke?), straws, 

napkins in porcelain holders, salad with fresh mozzerella, 

and homemade pizza. 

Win, win, win all the way around. 

Oh and a fat baby to entertain! 

Win some more!

Truly,  the woman is a hostessing genius.
She knows how to make a girl feel special.

And she sent me back to Utah with leftover pizza and a croissant. 

Best airport food I've ever had, I do declare.

And a blurry photo [but a good one] to end the Boston posts.
Bless Steve's soul for humoring us the whole five days long.

I love you, Jessica Holly!

the best Boston tourguide.

Boston was such a dream.
Truly, my sister is a gem,
and has been like a second mother for a large part of the last 5 years.
I landed and she was waiting for me at the airport already.
But not just waiting, you see, but waiting with fruit, a granola bar, and a diet coke.  [in true Jess fashion]
You see, airport food is rough and I had just gotten off a long flight,
and of course she thought the whole thing through.
But it didn't end there!
She drove me home and my guest bathroom was adorned with gifts and fresh flowers.
A cupcake, dark chocolate truffles, and a good book for the week.
She gets me better than I get me, I sometimes think.

We walked the freedom trail and stayed up until midnight every night,
and I mostly mugged on my unbelievably darling and chubby niece.
Fortunately, being with Jess, I get more pictures myself than I typically do.
Unfortunately, we really don't get a lot of pictures together.

More to come, more to come.