to the first ever Lanoie family reunion. I guess it is 100 years since the ancestors left Quebec for other parts, some coming out west and others heading down to the US. I guess times were hard back in those days in Quebec.
So most of the kids and their kids are going. I am almost packed; just waiting for my passengers to finish work.
I won’t take my laptop with me on this trip. I doubt that the little motel we are lodging in will have wireless anyway. And I can give this a rest to do some serious visiting. And I think all my grandchildren will be there. I am taking the camera for sure.
I should be back in this space on Monday night.
Yeah, that is how many years I have been married, as of today.
For the most part they have been great and I wouldn’t trade him in for a new model for love or money. Not for love, cause he is the one and only man I’ve ever loved. Not for money either cause he is worth more than any amount of money could acquire.
After all, who else but a husband of 39 years would spend the afternoon of his wedding anniversary doing the laundry? After getting him so well trained why would I want to trade him in. He’s just mellowing well with age.
(and I’m not getting any younger either)
Last night we spent the evening with good friends eating too much, drinking too much and laughing an awful lot.
Tonight we spent the evening quietly together at Chandeliers which is becoming one of our favourite places to dine out.
Now, I think I am ready to preach in the morning and I put together some things for the Sunday service for the family reunion next week. So off I go to bed with my book in hand. And your imagination can figure out if I read or…celebrate.
We spent the day up at Waskesiu with our good friends the Kents yesterday. The weather was perfect – hot and sunny – perfect lake weather.
Waskesiu has become quite the vacation hot spot in this area. A few years ago there was little development. Now new and very expensive cabins are going up where there used to be tiny little cabins and shack tents. In fact there is a “historical” display of these old structures by the administrative centre. It is indicative of my age, I guess, that this is history I remember – like yesterday.
Anyway, pictures are worth more than words so here are a couple of shots from our day. There are more over at Flikr.
It is my hubby and best friend’s birthday today. He joins me now in my old age.
Sixty years suits him well I think. He gets to become a doting grandfather and having lost well over 100 lbs in the last year, he has more energy to invest in life. In fact, he was off to play golf at 6 am today to begin his birthday celebrations.
Looking forward to the next batch of years we have together.
That this was one of the best Mother’s Days ever for me. I think I may have said that before. Maybe it just keeps getting better each year.
I was preaching in the morning service at church and so of course what other topic was there that made more sense to speak on than women and how we are created in the image of God. God has used brave and intelligent women in his story throughout history and he wants us to experience the fullness of who he created us to be.
And I got to preach to my children. What mother can pass that up? 🙂
Then home to a good family barbeque.
Eric was in command on the barbeque cooking up his bacon wrapped venison filet mignon, corn on the cob and a lake trout that Sara caught last summer. Delicious! I even splurged in celebration of the day and had some of the dessert provided by Grace. Plus ice cream.
The kids got me some lovely gifts too. A garden rake – and then Patrick raked the back yard. A hanging basket of flowers that it is still too cold to put outside. And a gift certificate so I can buy some more books.
The afternoon was beautiful and we spent a lot of time out on the back deck in the sun. Kimia was toddling around and got her exercise going up and down the stairs – both inside and out. Then she ran into a wall and got a big goose egg! But that was after these cute pictures.
Perhaps what made the day so great was just having my family around. And that includes the two Conngolese guys that we welcome as part of us. And the kids farther away called and it was so good to chat with them.
I am so blessed.
I decided to have Shredded Wheat this morning – not the preformed sort of sweetened little squares that are called Shreddies – but the bite sized shredded wheat. As I poured boiling water over them and then drained the excess water away, the aroma reminded me so much of my dad. He used to get the big bowl sized shredded wheat ready for us this way when we were kids.
A tinge of longing rose with the aroma.
Christ passed through death and came out the victor. That is one of the realities of my faith that I have been thinking about today. He did this to redeem all the broken parts of our lives and of the whole creation. We have reason to celebrate.
The day has been full of such a variety of human experience – from worship of the risen Christ and the provision of hospitality to friends and family to egg hunts and too much food and chocolate eaten to quarrels and the sadness of hurt relationships. I guess we had the whole gamut of highs and lows around here. But mostly it was a good day.
I love the early sunrise service on the river bank. It seems appropriate,as the sun rises, to remember the new life we have available because of the resurrection. Marc did a great job of leading us. We even tried to light the Paschal candle but the wind put a stop to that!
The rest of the day has been so full. Being the matriarch means being hostess and seeing that there was food on the table from sunlight to sundown today. The last of my children left a short while ago with a good portion of the leftovers. All those foods forbidden on my diet and eaten today anyway have to leave this house. Unfortunately, they left the pies and too much bread around and took the ham and turkey. But I will have to get back on my diet in a serious way starting tomorrow.
And now I need to sleep.