Ok, I just read through some of the last posts on here and boy howdy am I ever painting it picture-perfect around here.
Don’t get me wrong, because it IS pretty perfect…most of the time. But remember that I like to take pictures of the picturesque stuff…the sunsets, the smiling faces, the pristine beauty around me. I am drawn to my camera when the light is just so and when my kids’ hair is done (most of the time). I don’t generally ache for my camera when my kids are bawling after one of them scratched the other one for some mysterious reason (although I do like to take pictures of Lucy wailing…sorry Lu), or when I’m sweeping up the kitchen for the third time after wading through the crumbs of multiple children strewn all over the place. I don’t stop to take a self-portrait when I’m annoyed at my kids for not being helpful or when I’m missing Dave who doesn’t get to be with us up here all the time.
BUT, those tiny things get canceled out pretty quickly by the amazing-ness of the fact that we get to be here for a month. Even at the risk of making the grass seem a little too green where we are (and yes, I can do that with Photoshop), I want to keep records of all the good stuff…because yes, there is abounding good stuff.
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.
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.