And listened to me glory in my love of the desert.
There is this place nearby at a lake that I’ve heard a bunch about and where we finally determined we’d do our canoeing (I’m not including all the changes of plans on this thing, along with changes in leadership in the YW, because that would take way too long).
But we got to this gorgeous spot on a HOT day and loved the wild horses there.
There were swimmers there, but we regretted our decision to join them when we got in to cool of and learned that it’s not so great to swim next to horses. Ha!
The next day Grace and I took Averi (Kellianne’s daughter) along with us to the retreat and got to hang with thirteen crazy Mia Maids (she’s Grace’s age).
For people reading about this and wondering what in heaven’s name “Mia Maids” are, click HERE to find out. Yes, it’s an old fashioned name but we go with it, and boy oh boy do I ever love these girls I get to work with!
We held our little over-nighter at my in-law’s house since it was close and they are still off on their mission in Africa. It was so nice to get to be there, thank you Nana & Papa!!
Among other things we had a human piñata:
Had some “lessons” on snapchat:
Played a whole slew of games:
(the others were in the other car)
We had a couple dads (Dave included) help us lug all those canoes out there. We were so grateful for them!!
So grateful for these girls and all they taught me this weekend!
…and grateful for all the leaders taught me too. Love these ladies!
Back at home, we spend our last night with Kellianne getting rocked by her and Lucy in Rummikub.
Do you think Lucy was happy about that? She’s a Kellianne fan forever 🙂
We bid goodbye to those great souls Kellianne and Averi after church and I scrambled to get all the last pictures of the Young Women I was in charge of for something else and to teach a lesson (on family, which didn’t turn out how I planned, dang it, but I hope the girls at least got a few things from my tired rambling) and hit the two other farewells of kids we love that afternoon and different open houses that evening in between listening to our own missionary’s new voice memo from Taiwan.
Phew. Life is good. And full. And crazy. And I’m grateful every day for all that we get to learn along the way. And get second chances. And get more sleep.