Celebrating Many Years

The left overs......

If the left overs from a long family weekend look this good, imagine what the original was like.

It was a family affair.  Camping.  Celebrating.  Cooking.  Eating.  Rodeo.  Did I say rodeo?



We were a little light in numbers.  Missing a few loved ones here and there.

In fine celebratory fashion we pitched tents, shared duties, stirred supper, created plenty of trash, watched movies by moonlight.  We "turned in" at night under the starry sky, snored, yawned as we woke in the early morning sun.  The stress of feeding the crowd was passed around as we all took turns as the preparer. 

The Open House was a large success with relatives and friends driving many miles to celebrate with this 60th wedding anniversary couple.  Gathered.  We all gathered.  Six daughters coming together to let these wonderful parents know that we appreciate.  Appreciate their commitment and longevity.  Appreciate the legacy handed down.  Appreciate the ability to take us as we are, to love unconditionally.  Appreciate their love for our own children and our one true God.

So you remember when I said "rodeo"?   There was a lot of hesitation in this small crowd.  Distrust?  "Gonna make me look foolish" hesitation.  But opening ceremonies came off without a hitch and everyone participated.  The rodeo. 

The intention of the silly fun was two fold.  Matthew 18:3(NIV) says:

And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become
like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven"

So in childlikeness, we played, laughed, competed and clapped for winners and losers because placing didn't matter.  Memories.  It's about memories and knowing we will speak of this event in the future.  Improvement?  Pretty sure we can improve upon the First Annual Lewis Rodeo.  Challenge.  Just throwing it out there.

 

 

 

When the rodeo event was concluded, red team vs. blue team faded as the visiting ensued and pictures from the day were viewed in life size manner against the house. 

Sunday morning was warm, really warm.  The breakfast, courtesy of the Waters' family--enjoyed.  Tents busted down, cars packed, and families preparing to depart.  The hardcore pinochle players finally called it a weekend.  Some satisfied, some not so much. 

My regret?  Why didn't we sing Happy Birthday to our big sister?  So here goes Wanda~

"Happy Birthday to You,

Happy Birthday to You,

Happy Birthday dear Wanda

Happy Birthday to you"

Sorry it's a day late and not in person but I know you can hear our wonderful serenading voices.  You are loved and cherished!

Another Lewis event in the books.  So thankful it was to celebrate a very happy event.  Love you Dad and Mom~