The hardest part

This morning the 'children,' Rita, Sheila and Paul, got together to discuss the estate. We amused ourselves by making more flower wreaths (these were incredibly elaborate, Victoria had gotten flowers from a store in town and we went foraging for tree branches. Awesome.) and then the girls saddled up the horses and the boys went to shoot guns at rocks or whatever. (um....woo hoo?) We came back to the house to discover that Paul and Rita (Sheila had helped us get the saddles on) had gotten boxes and bubble wrap and were beginning the long, painful task of dividing up stuff and deciding who was to get what among the stuff that wasn't explicitly stated in the will..........which is most everything. Everyone was crying and finding pictures and little things that were special to them. We had one last dinner of leftovers from all the food from the weekend before we loaded everyone up to bring them home with us to Kansas City for their flights in the morning. Oh yeah, and since everyone had 'one last night of freedom' without their kids, we stayed up LAAAAAAAAAAAATE and sang songs and drank wine and laughed very, very hard. Good times.