Somehow I lost count of the days! I looked at a calendar today and was thrilled to see that Monday was day 37. We are now beyond the half way point.
Our family had some wonderful moments this holiday weekend. We had the treat of talking to Owen twice. He is doing well - working hard. He told us that he has grown a beard. His mustache is so long that it got really messy when he tried to eat an ice cream cone. The girls thought it was funny. T-man was less enthusiastic. He kept telling Owen, "PLEASE shave!"
On Memorial Day morning we caught some of the Washington DC festivities on PBS. Madi realized the significance of our family's situation, and she and I had a lovely discussion about freedom and sacrifice. I am honored to be a tiny part of the great work done by faithful men and women who have sacrificed so much for our great country. I felt a kinship with the military families who support their loved ones who are serving overseas. I love America.
We attended the annual Memorial Day picnic sponsored by our ward. The good people in our church chipped in to help me with the kids. Richard helped Meya get food. Ashley Baird and Sarah Barker took the kids on the hay ride. And Baby C was passed from one person to the next so that my arms and hands were free to load up on all the yummy food. Perhaps the most touching part for me was that I never had to ask for help - people just stepped in.
About two hours into the picnic, we watched a huge storm roll in. We had our own natural fireworks display with lightening and thunder. The kids played in the rain while Baby C and I enjoyed the storm from the shelter of the pavilion.
Happy Memorial Day!
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