Over the Weekend: Father, Sons, Daughters, Mothers

 This was a big weekend for the Players.  We had three big events in just three days.  It deserves a wordy, photo-full post since it's a weekend to remember.

On Friday at 4:00 p.m. the boys headed over the mountains to our church's campout for fathers and sons.  They made it though the cold night and came home with tales of skits and large-mouthed bass and canoes and cold nights.  They are already looking forward to next year.

 Saturday I loaded thirty-five planter boxes of wheat grass into the car to drive over the same mountain, but this time it was for a large gathering of women.  Two hundred of them.  

 I had a variety of responsibilities, but for the first time ever I was in charge of centerpieces.  I still am amazed that I did this.  I wonder if my sisters will be shocked.  I've never been that much of a crafty person.

 The most important part of the conference followed the dinner we served to the aforementioned ladies. I love the ladies with whom I serve.  After seven hours at the church with all the preparations, the event, and the clean-up we were spent and that's a good feeling.  

 Today I requested a walk and picnic from my family.  We drove up to Shenandoah N.P. and found a trail.  It started out nicely.

 But one thing led to another and soon we were rock climbing.  Not exactly what I planned on this nice peaceful Sabbath-day activity.

 The kids were brave.  D and I were totally intimidated by the rock scramble, but they didn't miss a single beat.

I love being a mom and Mother's Day is a fun time to think about my good mom who also loved being a mom.  Her example of joyful mothering really rubbed off on me early and I credit her for setting that expectation. I feel like I look more and more like her, even with my Bjarnason nose and blue eyes.  And I like that a lot.