And I realize we are incredibly lucky to get to do this. And I am incredibly thankful to have this time with my family.
Ok, with that preface, here goes the recap of the 24th of July:
that "24" is for the 24th of July...just in case you didn't get that... Dave came back up for the weekend.
And man alive, were we ever ready for him.
We had a big "chuck-wagon" breakfast (without the actual chuck-wagon), and told the kids all about their ancestors.
We celebrated by riding on the tube pretty much all day long.
These kids couldn't get enough speed to suit them. They loved it.That's my sis-in-law Anita and not me...just in case you're confused... Poor Dave has a cracked rib (from a waterski accident in Chicago with all his brothers last week), and couldn't take the turns quite like these guys did:
I must admit, I surprised myself at how I could flip this thing over for those who wanted wild rides. I was pretty proud of myself...and so were my kids. This is the first year I have actually driven the boat much (I have blisters from the non-power-steering to show for it).
That night we roasted S'mores around the campfire...along with having some fun with sparklers.
Max's specialty:
...and thanked God throughout the day for our strong, awe-inspiring pioneer heritage.
p.s. Speaking of good, strong people, it's a big birthday for my sister today. We hacked into her blog
here to send her our love (she left yesterday to speak at Education Week in Idaho so we missed the big day). I'm sure she'd love any extra well-wishes you may feel inclined to send her way. She's quite a lady.