A weekend at our house with the whole, WHOLE family. Seven children, four sons-in-law, nine grandchildren, two grandparents and two house guests, TWENTY-FOUR in all! No, no, they didn’t all sleep at our house, just eighteen slept here. (Today I am washing towels and towels and towels, and then moving on to sheets, sheets, and sheets.)
The thought of a family photo made all of us tired, so we didn’t. We know the skill and cunning it takes to have nine little grandchildren not napping and everyone available.
We did have our festival of fried foods. But for this one we had to bring out the outdoor turkey fryer. Lots and lots of battered fish and chicken, fried asparagus and summer squash, and ten pounds of French fries.
We got into some conversations about a few articles:
Genesis 3:16 Excellent. Excellent.
And enough about women, this was discussed too.
But the main reason for all of us together was the wedding of our friend’s daughter, our daughters’ friend, friends we have had for twenty years. It was a blow out fantastic time.
Now a lot of us are heading into the Eagle Cap Wilderness for some primitive camping. Who me? No, I won’t be camping.
P.S. Who left the tooled leather heels, the tweed heels, the hibiscus flowered flip-flops?