We had a really full weekend starting Friday afternoon with extended family coming in from out of town, a big BBQ/campfire in our backyard, Adrain's grandmother's funeral on Saturday, more family time all afternoon, park time, hanging out with Adrain's cousins and siblings while Joe tried to catch crawdads and Ava played with a lizard named Bob, more BBQing, and then goodbyes on Sunday ending with a little evening celebration of coconut oil popcorn and basketball on the TV for Father's day. (And if you haven't tried popcorn cooked in coconut oil, you are seriously missing out.)
My kids played hard for the past three days, and they just dropped last night. They stayed up late the past several nights giggling with cousins in sleeping bags. (I can't lie-it was so much fun to see them all having a good time, amidst the sadness. Those are precious memories in the making. I always remember slumber parties with my cousins whenever we stayed at an Auntie's house.)
This is our last week of school (Done on Wednesday afternoon) and I am mentally toast. It was a nice service and there were lots of emotions and tears and it kind of drains you. It got me thinking deeply about the kind of funeral I hope to one day have. And how I need to go about living my life in order to get that result. My prayer is that I have so many loved ones and friends, they have a packed house with standing room only. And that nobody wears black because I know exactly where I'm going when I die and there's no sadness in my heart in finally making that destination. It better be nothing short of a party. I hope they sing worship songs and that the gospel is preached and anyone who doesn't know where they are going in the afterlife, gets a chance to learn about it before it's too late. I pray that there's an open mike with funny stories, touching moments, and plenty of laughter- mostly at my expense. I pray that I leave a big gaping hole where my life once stood. I pray that my kids are close and that if I am given the gift of years to enjoy future generations... that I am KNOWN and that I KNEW them. Really knew them. So in light of that, this post is a smattering of random photos from our weekend, along with some song lyrics that I was listening to on this morning's walk.
When you feel like you're alone in your sadness
And it seems like no one else in this whole world cares
And you want to get away from the madness
You just call My name and I'll be there"
-Third Day "Call My Name" Lyrics
"Days will come when you don't have the strength
- Mercy Me "Beautiful" Lyrics
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