which would encompass a trip to Brisbane to see Alan Jackson in concert (super good), but most importantly to help celebrate the 70th birthday of Matthew's Mum Di in Maryborough.
Not 30 minutes down the road I remembered my camera. (All photos compliments of Sarah's ipod).
Some three hours later, we remembered the meat. The precisely selected and aged cube rolls sitting in our cold room and meant for Sunday's barbecue dinner.
Our excitement would not be subdued. This was
Matthew's people didn't get the memo.
Arriving Thursday evening, we enjoyed a night together before leaving the kids with Matthew's parents Friday morning and heading further down the track to Brisbane, taking the fast lane around the Myer Centre, a quick whiz up the mall, then kicked back for an afternoon at the Pig'n'Whistle (even enjoying a brief, lovely catch up with the ever-effervescent @tesscamm), before concert-going for the evening. Saturday morning we headed back to Maryborough, bleary-eyed but bushy-tailed.
That evening we dined out, Matthew's parents Nev and Di, and us the only Queenslanders present. Sunday we spent the day all together at Matthew's parents' home enjoying catching up with family not often seen. One wedding and a funeral over the past thirteen years the only other times I'd met these lovely people.
Uncle Wayne and his sweet grandaughter Ella.
Incredible Aunty Sue, amazing story-teller and captor of children's imaginations. Tales of her mischievous childhood captivating these four kids, her sharp wit keeping us all giggling. Perhaps tales of stealing cigarettes at boarding school shouldn't be shared with impressionable youngsters! Sue headed to boarding school at age 9,
hard for me to imagine, given my baby's not long turned nine.
Indomitable Aunty Liz, who with Uncle Ross had spent a week with us at home five years ago. So lovely to catch up with her again.
These beautiful children of cousins, Cooper, Ella and Riley, only seen before in photos.
Matthew's Dad Old Nev.
Uncle Ross, one of Di's brothers and a bit of a favourite with Matthew.
Matthew's big brother Martyn made the trip from Bredbo, south-west of Canberra, a long drive indeed. So lovely to catch up with him. I think he'll be pleased to have a break from the attentiveness of these kids who were in awe of him.
Matthew was his shy, retiring self.
What a great day.
The well-travelled cake headed from Rockhampton to Brisbane and back to Maryborough.
Di had endured a particularly rough week, and I hope the weekend's celebrations helped ease her load.
We don't see them often enough, everybody 'busy' doing their thing.
An afternoon storm, first of the season, added to the joy.
We had a wonderful weekend. Happy Birthday Grandi. You are much loved.
*apologies for the blurry shots. grateful to have any, given my camera spent the weekend at home on my desk.