you know when you come across an afternoon and when you ponder the incredible blessings piled high over a 6 hour period and you wonder...
where did this story actually start?
Was it at the BBQ where Leah met her new friend or did it in a way start before that.
Last Friday night we went with our gang to my friend Heather & Richard's for a BBQ. Every kid on this end of the valley counts their place the best backyard ever to explore. So we were a little pumped at our house. (Side note: this is the same friend Heather who a couple months ago warned me one morning at Bible study to be dressed at 8:00 that night because her and my friend Laura were kidnapping me for the evening. A couple months ago = cold rainy days in which I was cooped up in the house with my dear children and as some of you can well empathize this kidnapping was a precious breath of delicous appetizers & copious bouts of laughter fresh air. Yup, I'm blessed with friends like that!) Anyway, back to Friday's bbq Heather had a neice visiting from a more eastern province and Cassandra and Leah clicked like bic pens. (Do bic pens click?)
Cassandra's one of those girls that if you could hand pick friends for your kids you'ld surely include her, she's a sweetheart like that and those two had so much fun that night Leah begged for the next three days to have Cassandra over to play some more before she boarded that plane and headed for home. So in a way, Tuesday afternoon's story started Friday night.
But in a way Tuesday afternoon started years ago. Long before I was even dreaming about being a mom. Way back to the days when we used to organize basketball games at the school gym on Friday nights. We knew Mom always had cake and if weather permitted a campfire for anyone and everyone to show up at to spend our Friday nights in good clean fun. The older I get the more I'm realizing what a huge blessing this was. Kids knew they were welcome and they knew they would always get fed something great.
So, when Leah asked for Cassandra over to play I knew without consulting my mom that we could invite her for the afternoon of fun planned at Gramps and Gramma's house and mom wouldn't blink an eye at one more kid added to the mix, one more kid to hand out snacks to. And so invite her we did.
Don't have a single picture of those hours of fun that had my mind sliding back to Friday nights of old but lets just say Gramma bought one of those blow up waterslides (you know the ones that run off an air compressor and act like a bouncy castle?) Tons of fun.
Then Cassandra came home with us, did the whirlwind supper that's Tuesday night and came vaulting.
The sprinklers weren't switched on so the sand was one dusty sandbox so we started our evening outside. What a beautiful evening it was!

Then we went inside and watched Leah practicing on the barrel

and on the horse.

And then Cassandra was allowed to take a turn.

Second time around the ring and she was already up on her knees. On Sparkle! I think she would agree she was a long way up but she sure didn't seem to mind.

Before we left and I got all nostalgic they thanked their ride with pats and carrots.

And that's the story of how Leah got a new friend and sent me spinning into a reminising mood. Sorry if you couldn't follow my logic or lack thereof.