I know... it sounds like the beginning of an epic novel, doesn't it? Well, after not having family together at one time since Christmas of 2019, we had a family party last Friday. Amanda was here, visiting from Colorado. Her twin, Ryan and his wife, Bekah, and baby, Wren drove in from North Carolina. All of the local kids and grandkids came to the farm as well. We had a wonderful gathering of four generations. Good food, laughter, family communion... all things that had been sorely missed for so long!
Saturday, we rose early, and headed to Pittsburgh for a family wedding. We just happened to find an Amish bakery along the way which made Amanda's day. She hasn't been able to find "good" donuts since moving from Pennsylvania!
Amanda and Ryan and his family also made the trip to Pittsburgh, as the wedding was Jack's nephew and the twins' cousin.
We had lovely weekend accommodations at this old mansion-turned-boutique-hotel, called the Inn on Mexican War Streets.
It was quite beautiful inside... the inside fully refurbished to the mansion's finest days.
We met family at a Pittsburgh restaurant (outdoor seating) for lunch.
In the free time that we had before the wedding we toured the National Aviary.
Believe it or not, this bird is a type of pigeon!
The ceremony and reception were lovely....
held at a modern "interactive" art museum called The Mattress Factory.
Sadly, we did not get to tour the museum as we had planned because Hubbs fell sick at the reception. We quickly headed back to the hotel where Hubbs spent the night with a horrible GI virus. A couple hours later, Amanda succumbed, then Ryan, then Wren. I was still feeling well enough to drive home, so we headed for home Sunday morning. Then I became sick halfway home and ended up in bed for the next two days. Through texting with family, over the next couple of days, it seems that everyone who attended the party fell sick... all 16 of us were wiped out by this bug.
Apparently, Eli's daycare had an outbreak of norovirus.... and the rest is history.
So, you see, what started as the best of times, ended as the worst of times. I am sure we will all be back on our feet and back to normal in the next couple of days.
Sorry for our absence. I am glad to be home and on the mend and am looking forward to sharing more fun tales from the farm.