Weekends are for Playing

The weekend started with hubby and the older kids heading off to Sky Ranch for their first campout of the semester. Which left me with the toddler (I can't say "baby" anymore) and all sorts of options on how to spend our time. Football watching was negotiable, since LSU beat Mississippi State on Thursday night. So we started out with a pancake breakfast at the local fire station Saturday morning.

Here is Gabe hanging out with Darren Driskell, a friend who serves our town as a new fireman and as mayor (he's kinda busy).

After the boy's naptime, we headed out to Splitzville to join members of the Young Marrieds class for an afternoon of bowling. Click the link below if you want to see a 4 minute video of highlights.

Young Marrieds Bowling Social from Bruce Q on Vimeo.

It contains proof that I'm not a horrible bowler, that in fact I did bowl a strike. Actually I bowled several strikes (even two in a row at one point), but you only get to see one of them on film. Gabe makes a cameo appearance, enthralled by the colorful bowling balls that keep popping up out of that hole. We all had a fabulous time...congrats to our social coordinators Bethany and Jenna who planned the event.

While the rest of the group ran off to dinner afterwards, I boogied down the highway to Cafe Brazil to meet up with friends from my former life. As in, friends I haven't seen in years since they moved away (and ok, so did I). Erin has spent the last year going through cancer treatments, and while she has kept us in the loop through regular updates on FB, words on a screen are no substitute for a hug and face-to-face sharing. Aunt Kathleen picked up Gabe so I wouldn't have to wrestle with him all evening. Thanks, SIL!

Three hours, shared with a group of friends, wasn't enough to catch up, so I played hooky from church the next morning and joined Erin and Sandi for worship down at Sandi's church. After a summer-long drought of no opportunities to share in the Lord's Supper, what a fabulous day to enjoy that privilege. The three of us drank our juice together (and Erin pipes in, "Cheers!") grateful for lifelong friendships and the Lord who binds us together. I admit to wishing Jeni Ward were there too...

Craving as much Tex-Mex as possible (apparently Maryland lacks such yumminess), Erin suggested On the Border for lunch. I was happy to oblige!

I arrived home to a full house, with happy faces and hugs and stories to share (and baths to take!). How could I ask for more?