Memorial Day

We were up at the crack of dawn, dressed and off to the “Fireman’s Breakfast”. A benefit breakfast our local Fire Department cooks up right in the Fire Station. This is a tradition we have been going to ever since Abby was a baby, it’s not only fun to have a big huge breakfast of ham, eggs, hashbrowns, pancakes, chocolate milk and o.j., but to eat it in the Fire Station, amidst all the firemen’s paraphernalia and big shiny fire trucks just outside, we love it.

After breakfast it was still raining, so we went to the church with a couple of basketballs and a football and just played around for a little while. Following our own family church ball games, Geoff took the kids to a movie and then Smart Cookie for a treat.

It rained on and off pretty much all day. Everything was soggy-but led to great opportunity to jump on a wet, slippery trampoline; to use a favorite umbrella; to jump in waiting, quiet puddles, etc. Abby took to the indoors and made her first movie of various random pictures on the computer. She is becoming quite the photographer!! I might put her in charge of taking pictures for our blog, since I always forget the camera.

Later, around dinner time, the rain still drizzled. Grammy and Jenny came over and brought with them some yummy steaks and we BBQ-ed them up and had dinner and FHE together.

When it was time to get the kids ready for bed, Geoff and Farrell slipped out to ‘drop a line in’. (I protested because of the late hour, Geoff insisted.) Well, it paid off for them and they caught a couple of 12-14” german browns, and that night as Farrell was climbing into bed said: “today was the best day ever!” :)

There is something about hearing that phrase that just makes me smile. It makes me pause and think that the little things; like missing bedtime and doing a little fishing, meant the world to this 8 year old boy, and he went to sleep with a smile on his face and happiness in his heart. If only everyday, I could embrace the little things and let them make my day - the best day ever. So, with meaning and intent, I say the cliché: “it’s the little things that count”. :)