While Mama, Marie, and Tab were at Flower City Work Camp, and Dad and the boys were going about their work/school routines, Johanna and Katriel spent lots of time at “Camp Nan” where Nan and Nene spoiled hosted them.
They even decorated eggs….
In looking through this blog, I came upon this entry from 2011.
See Johanna in the stroller? Yeah, that was the last time we had been to the George Eastman house for any reason, least of all the Gingerbread display.
So after CBS we regrouped a bit at home and headed over to see the Gingerbread Display.
We did the scavenger hunt. At first we were sort of laid back about it, then we all got into it and started to really put forth effort to figure it out.
What a difference 100 years makes. Not to mention extraordinary wealth…
She was both pleased and horrified by the animal heads.
Katriel wanted to take a picture of me. At first I balked. I am sleep deprived and underwhelmed by my appearance. Then I thought, “Why, YES! Do take my photo with my family.” Sometimes doing life tired is beautiful. Rest is good – very good. But sometimes digging into reserves to give more is a gift you can give.
So glad we went; it was the last day of the exhibit for another year!
When you turn 70, you get to celebrate more than once.
Friday night John, Johanna, Katriel and I joined Kelly, Sam, Barb, and Nan at Longhorn Steakhouse for an exceptional dinner.
Then, for Sunday, Kelly and I pulled together a gathering at my house for those folks who were able to attend on such short notice.
These photos don’t show how surprised Nan was. We had a chili bar and cheesecake, and enjoyed visiting with our family and friends-so-much-like-family.
It was so much fun to spend some times hearing about what was going on in people’s lives and celebrate Nan’s milestone.
While I’d like to claim I made a pot roast, mashed potatoes, asparagus and homemade bread, the truth is I enjoyed a wonderful Sunday dinner with some of my favorite people.
Delizioso!
1 Corinthians 8:8
But food does not bring us near to God; we are no worse if we do not eat, and no better if we do.
Daddy had the day off, so we celebrated the last day of co op with a trip to Pizza Hut for lunch. Katriel seemed like such a big girl (she IS almost five) as she joined Nan to pick out some of her own food.
It seems like just yesterday that we were praying she would not be born prematurely. And look at this jewel now!