Labor Day weekend was a pretty action-packed ride for us!
Pop-Pop and Debedee (now referred to collectively as Poppadee, because, you know, they are a celebrity couple after all!) took three of the middles on a grand Pocono adventure. Niko, Bea and Junie got to go visit Great Grandmom and Great Grandpop Gilbert first. I love that my kids will have memories of this Godly couple. They have been married for nearly 70 years!
Then they spent most of the day at the West End Fair, learning all about all things farmy and riding some cool rides as well. I’m pretty sure there may also have been a trip to McDonalds in there at some point.
It was just about the best day any of them had ever had, I think, and no thanks to me. I was home with the other five enjoying a day with Paige that left me with a fabulously refinished coffee table. It was a pretty fantastic day, but for me and the big girls (and Annis), it was just the beginning of our adventures.
On Sunday morning, as the rest of the gang were heading off to church, my girlies and I packed into Daddy’s little car for a grand excursion to Maryland. After a slight misinterpretation of my directions which resulted in $12 worth of trips through the Baltimore Harbor Tunnel (that gets you through it three times, if you were wondering), we arrived just after lunch to a warm greeting from dear friends.
It’s been nearly four years since I’ve been down to visit these girls, precious friends from college, but it wasn’t long enough for the kids to forget each other.
Pippa and Ro picked up right where they left off with their long-lost friends, creating the game of Extreme Pillow Jumping, doing crafts and playing quite a bit of Plants vs. Zombies. They had a marvelous time and everyone agreed that the weekend was too short (but that it would nevertheless be nice to sleep in our own beds again.)
We are so thankful to have had this sweet reunion!
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A decade ago on Labor Day, I labored and gave birth to my first precious baby girl (the significance of the day was sadly wasted on the non-Labor-Day-celebrating staff of St. John’s Hospital in Livingston, Scotland.)
Today we will celebrate the young lady that baby has blossomed into, our beautiful, talented, smart, capable, loving, mostly-sweet-occasionally-spicy Philippa Violet.
Part of me can’t believe you’re ten. Ten years is a lot of years, and I remember meeting you for the first time like it was yesterday. But at the same time, it is hard to believe you are only ten.
You have seemed so grown up for so long, I sometimes forget you are still so little. You are a joy and a help to me, a treasure in our family. I couldn’t do what we are doing without your help and encouragement. You are a blessing!
Happy birthday, my lovely!