Saturday, February 13th, the rare opportunity presented itself of having most of our children home for breakfast.
Middle Daughter was still in Chad, but the rest of the crew was here.
Including our grandbaby, Charis.
Isn’t she growing up?
(Way too fast on one hand, but I can’t wait to hear how she says “Grammy”.) Her favorite word so far is “Hey!” but often drawn out to be two syllables as in “He-ey.” “So cute!!!” Says this unbiased Grammy.
The Yoders were getting together for breakfast at Smiths, and I am often not able to be there, but Daniel had said I should plan to go. After I had my plans laid, I discovered that the kids wanted to have breakfast here. “You don’t have to be here, Mom,” they insisted. “We can get along without you.” I was so torn, because I did, of course, want to be here with my family. But I really wanted to go to be with my extended family, too. Especially since my “almost a twin” cousin, Gloria Diener and her husband, Gene, were coming from Virginia, bringing my Uncle Paul along. So I made baked oatmeal for my family, and got things around here, and when I left, this is what I left behind:
It was really hard to leave. But I had such good company waiting:
My brother, Mark, jr., and cousin, Joe Bontrager.
These two had plenty to discuss. It seems like Mark had broken his toe and didn’t think he was getting the sympathy he deserved. (Maybe he should have a Xanga page, and he could have written a story!)
Just before we broke up, Gloria asked if we could sing the song, “I owe the Lord a Morning Song.” and of course, being Yoder’s, we did. it bounced off the walls of the restaurant, and sounded so good. I listened to my Uncle Jesse’s tenor, and heard the strong altos, tenors and basses. Becky, down at the other end, was singing her heart out, too. It settled into my heart and comforted me. And then Gloria and I got a picture, like we try to do when we are together, but goodness, me, Gloria-girl! Is that really us??? How did we get to be so —??? (I won’t write it, then it might not be quite so true.)
All too soon, it was over, and some of the family was hurrying to Vivian Beachy’s funeral, and the rest of us went our separate ways. Good memories of good times together — until we meet again.
And this afternoon, Certain Man and I are heading for Baltimore to pick up Middle Daughter. Yes, she is to be arriving HOME today. I am so excited. It will be wonderful to have her home again.