Successful Mission

It is six nineteen on Saturday mornning...Ken left an hour ago for St. Joe Michigan to spent the day golfing with men from our son, John's church. Kendra, Craig and Emerson will be coming today for the baptism weekend....I will work on finishing up last minute things until they get here. Tomorrow we have at least thirty people coming for lunch.

Our day yesterday was truly a joy. The trailer worked out perfectly to haul several pieces of furniture and had room to spare. Our friend, John, went with us and he and Ken spent the day reminscing about their growing up years in Roseland, Illinois. They told some pretty funny stories; ones I hadn't heard before. The furniture is safely in our family room and acts as if it has always been there. I was tempted to try out the sofa for sleeping last night but know my husband would wake up, miss me and come looking for me. He sleeps sound but always notices when I sneak out for this or that reason. Can't get by with any thing around here.

The sun is shining brightly but the temperature is brisk at 42 degrees. I hope it warms a bit tomorrow because we are having our Easter Egg hunt after lunch. I know Easter is over and yes, it does lose a bit of its punch but we didn't have Easter together this year and the grandkids missed the egg hunt. I promised a couple of them that we would do it on Mother's Day. The candy is all ready to be hidden.....that is usually Kendra's job....we will see if she can still do that even though she is now a busy little mom herself.

Last evening, we took a big ride around a small town near here called Fair Oaks. The mega dairies here have bought up many of the homes in that old town and sort of revived the place. The denomination, of which our church is a part, are beginning a Spanish ministry in that little town where many of the Spanish people live whom work on the dairies. Our friend showed us a house he had been working on where the "minister" that has been hired will live. The man and his family are moving from an appartment in New York to this little one horse town in northwest Indiana. Should be an interesting change for them.

After the ride, we came back to our home to play "Hand and Foot". The women were winning big and the game was nearing the end when the other couple got a phone call that their son was stranded about thirty miles away with a blown tire and no jack. So our party quickly disbanded as they went to bring aid to their son. I smiled as they were off when I thought that a mom and a dad are always a mom and dad even when the son has taken over the business and he is ALL grown up.