To my knowledge, most boys do not regularly gather to cook meals for one another.
They do not collect vintage china and coordinating linens.
The would see no need for candlelight.
This invitation is one that I never, ever turn down.
See for yourself. She made this incredible fresh veggie and goat cheese lasagna and buttery, garlicky bread. I contributed a chopped Mediterranean salad.
Loey capped it all off with a Texas sheet cake. Holly and Kelly provided some wine and lots of laughs.
As a special b-day surprise to Sarah, Holly had the idea for each of us to bring song lyrics that remind us of her. Anyone who knows Sarah knows that music (like goat cheese) is the way to her heart.
I have opted not to post the picture of all of us sobbing, holding soggy tissues up to our eyes, etc... Trust me, it wasn't pretty.
But this brings me back to my original sentiment: Boys just don't understand the catharsis of sharing a big ol' batch of happy, nostalgic, time-trusted tears. And that's too bad, really.