Not long after returning from our trip to Utah, our three daughters, Jennie, Heather, and Lisa, arrived for a visit.
We got to enjoy Heather on both our vacations, thanks to her sisters talking her into coming home too. And with them came the husbands and children too so we were thrilled. Just the week before a dear friend had passed away. Her funeral ended up being on a day after all my family came, and I took some time off by myself to go to the funeral. It was a celebration of her life and stories were shared, and people chuckled and cried. Stories of life… What stories will be shared about you and I when we depart this world? What stories are we recording for our posterity to read when we are gone? Why is it important? We are all linked together as families. Families who know their family history and how they came to be where they are today are well grounded individuals. They deserve to know the stories of their ancestors. And that means that someone had to write those stories down, (preserve the stories) share them with family members, who also shared them, and on and on. When we read the stories of hard work, tragedy, mistakes they’ve made, what was overcome, what was learned, we can learn from them, and more fully appreciate their life.
How one preserves their stories is a personal decision, and there is no wrong or right answer. The important thing is to just do it!
I had no idea that you could blow bubbles using your hands, but Corbyn not only had the technique mastered, she taught the others how to do it also. I am glad that she didn’t think it was silly at her ripe old age of “almost” 18.
Our annual day at Silverwood Theme Park was a barrel of fun! I loved the time we spent together riding the rides, swimming at Boulder Beach, riding more rides, eating at the Pavilion – it wouldn’t be as fun if I were with anyone else.
Waiting on the Panic Plunge, Addy is one of the bravest little girls that I know. She was willing,
But when the ride drops and stops just short of crashing, there were a lot of terrified looks on people’s faces…including Addy’s. First thing she said to me after getting off was “That is NOT my favorite ride!”
I hope that the time we shared together on this day will be good memories that live in their hearts and minds. (And as my mom so wisely stated: If everyone wrote about our time together, each would be an entirely different account) But the one thing that I am sure would prevail is LOVE. And what more important thing is there?
Spending time in one of the bays of Lake Couer d’Alene and Coeur d’ Alene Beach is another summer annual tradition. On a hot August summer day, it’s great to head to the beach.
What are your favorite summer memories? Be sure to write them down!