All of our grandkids are fearfully and wonderfully made by our creator. Each different one is marvelously different. They are like a beautiful flower arrangement from above.
A few months ago our daughter in law told us about a t-shirt design contest for the younger ones. Each of the three that she entered placed. Joshua our quite and shy one, won first place. As a prize he and a parent were to ride the fire truck to lead the parade for their Memorial Day home town festival.
|Joshua and Dad|
Not that we are the least bit proud grandparents but we drove two days to attend. The judge who selected Joshua as the winner said, “The t-shirt just made me smile.” For those of us who know Joshua, it indeed does make you smile. It warms our hearts as does a smile from Joshua.
|Josh and Mom|
It was a pleasant surprise when he got into the event. With the comfort of Dad close by, our mini parade marshal was as proud and happy as any grand marshal as he waved, smiled and tossed candy into the crowd like a pro.
|Meg and Connor Rock Climbing Race|
|Playing basekball with Toben|
It was a wonderful trip. Each of the other grandkids participated in different ways. Connor rode in a float with his baseball team. He and Megan eagerly looked forward to the pie eating contest. Petite Megan tried but couldn’t compete with the bigger stomachs. Connor on the other hand placed third. And yes, he still LOVES pie!
There were derby car races, climbing walls, face painting, food and all sorts of entertainment. We felt we had gone back in time to the childhood of the fifties. We loved the small town community. It is all but a thing of the past.
|Megan and Connor Pie Eating Contest|
Connor and Meg, our adventurist, hosted a back yard camp out. The entire neighborhood kids showed up full of anticipation. Tents were pitched, hot dogs and marshmallows roasted over the fire pit. The boys wrestled and the girls nested in their tents. All was well until around 10:00 p.m. The door bell rang. A host of campers spooked by shadows piled into the family room, sleeping bags in tow. Except for three brave ones, the camp out had become a camp in.
|Camp out - Camp in|
|Haley, Megan and Lily|
|Michael with Lily and Josh|
I thank my God every time I remember you...Philippians 1:3