Visitors from the Biggest City

The girl in the red sweater is Zan. When she was teeny, she was in my mother’s summer camp, and I was the class “helper.” She was four years younger than me, so we didn’t run in the same circles.

Fast-forward thirty years, and Zan happened to stumble across a picture of home on the web. Which led her to Chris’ website. Which led her to our site. Where she put two and two together and realized we knew one another.

Chris found that blog entry and forwarded it to me. I immediately started an email to Zan, which then sat in my drafts folder for nine months. A few weeks back, I finally got a chance to send the email. And today, while visiting family over the holidays, Zan and her husband stopped by for coffee.

I love when people walk into your house and you can just feel the goodness of them. They like strong coffee and vinyl, and they’re brave enough to hold a chicken, which will earn anyone the seal of approval in this household.

Definitely wander over and read Zan’s blog, which is the delicious kind of writing I aspire to produce someday. You know, when loads of time magically opens up in my schedule.

This photo is what happens when you wait until the last two minutes of a visit to snap a few, and you take them in the vortex of light (our kitchen). This is the moments before we assembled for a group shot which turned out miserably. Really. I should know better. (But I do love that Chris is doing his Sears Portrait Studio 3/4 turn.)

Thanks for visiting, you two. Hope to see you again soon.