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Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
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Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem
December 11, 2010
A local church puts on an exhibit that takes you a step back in time to Bethlehem. I have studied a lot of Jewish traditions, and getting to visit a reenactment of the Bethlehem of 2000 years ago is a big treat for me. My mother and my Sis “BD” and her kids “B” and “L” came with us.
Kids at the Bethlehem Sign and posing with the kings.
Kids at the Bethlehem Sign and posing with the kings.
Having the kings wandering around the place is neat and all, but, in reality, it is one of those things that is just not accurately portrayed in the world. The kings didn’t visit baby Yeshua (Jesus) in the stable; they visited the “young child” in a house (Matthew 2:11).
The kids always love the animals. Anna says, “Come here, sweet pony, you should let me love you and pet you and …” The pony was totally occupied with eating its grain and did not pay attention to the kids whatsoever. Anna said she wanted to climb the fence and jump on its back. I reminded her that her legs were too long and the pony was too short. She said she didn’t care, but she resisted the urge.
The “townspeople” were holding a large Boer goat for people to pet. Of course, I couldn’t resist an animal to scratch on. Stewart said he thought, ” No…she won’t touch the stinky goat… she knows better…..”, then yep, I touched the goat. I honestly thought, “Surely they would not bring an ‘intact’ goat up for people to love on!” but alas, they did, and now my hand smells like a rutty ol’ billy goat. Thankfully, they posted the ladies with “healing oils” to be the next on the route. Stewart let them rub peppermint oil on his hand. As soon as I discovered the oil smelled good, I rubbed my stinky hand on Stewart’s peppermint hand to help with my goat smell. It helped greatly for me, but unfortunately, some of the goat smell rubbed off as the peppermint was transferred. Stewart was not happy about that at all.
I believe the synagogue was my favorite part. The “Rabbi” there was very informative, so much so that I forgot to take pictures of it, but I did snap one of Austin while we listened. The man talked about how different the meaning of words was from Hebrew to Greek. For example, the word “on” to us means like a cup sitting “on” a table, but to the Jewish people, “on” means fully committed. He said that unless we knew some of the history of the Bible times, we can not fully understand the meaning of the Bible. I was so pleased, that is exactly what I have been telling people. He spoke of the “Shema,” and I tried to talk Anna into saying the Shema in Hebrew, but she was too shy.
My sis asked me why the Jewish people write God like G-D. I explain to her that they reverence HIM so much that they do not write his name for fear of writing it wrong and having to destroy it or writing it in vain. It makes me think how far away we are compared to them. When people say “Oh My God” all the time about every little thing. We have no reverence for or fear of GOD.
We walked past the “Inn” that had “no room” and got to pet a donkey that didn’t bite, unlike mine, who does.
We stopped at the carpenter shop where he explained the tools used and gave Adam a shaving from a stool he was making. I am not sure if Adam was thinking it was silly to have a piece of wood or if the smell of the cedar was what caused the face he made in that picture.
We walked on around to the yarn-dying booth and Anna and Adam dyed a piece, being careful not to get the pomegranate juice on their clothes.
A couple of years ago, when we came to Bethlehem, we were intrigued by “finger-weaving” so much that when we returned home, I had to look it up, and we all learned to finger-weave. Adam took a keen interest in it, so we took a picture beside the booth.
Next, we visited the potter’s wheel. Adam and Anna take a turn at trying to mold it into something. Watching it makes me think of the scripture:
Isa 64:8 But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
If only we would be more like the clay, to just accept the firm guidance of our master’s hand, who only wants to mold us into something beautiful, worthy of being the vessel to hold the Holy Ghost and the anointings HE bestows on us.
The music shop family played us a little tune that was actually quite good and gave each kid a flute to take home. Austin looks at me like, “Are you serious? Something noisy?” Adam takes the “rocker” pose as he blows on his flute. They were told real quick by me that they are not going to be blowing it while we were at Bethlehem.
We were getting close to the “pinkie dance” circle, and I jokingly asked Austin if he was going to pinkie dance. The look was the answer to my question.
Anna checked out the feel of the grains. The little girls in the booth were talking amongst themselves when one of them did the common ” Oh My God!” saying. Quickly, they tried to cover it up by saying, “God has blessed us with the baby Jesus…” I said, “Now you know, real Hebrew children would not have said that.” They looked at me like, “Uh oh.” I just smiled and moved on.
We peek through the window and look at the wedding party. My mom pointed out the Menorah in the middle of the table. Anna says, “They are supposed to set it in the window for all to see.”
“I know, but they don’t know that, sweetie,” was my reply.
Anna was too shy when we first arrived to do the pinkie dance. I asked her once again before we left if she wanted to. She said, “Yeah, I am in the mood now!” I asked “L” if she was going to, “If Anna will, I will.” So off they went, dragging Adam along.
I left Bethlehem feeling closer and connected this year than in years past. I know it is from all I have learned and studied, and the beliefs that make me feel a sense of community.
When we returned home, my two little kids pulled out their “Hebrew” costumes and played “Bethlehem”. It makes my heart smile to see that they, too, hold our beliefs dear. Anna repeated to Adam what she heard tonight, ” Shalom, have you traveled far to Bethlehem?”
~Becky~
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Mission Tejas
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Mission Tejas
November 28, 2010
Mission Tejas State Park is home to the Rice Family Log Home. It is over 150 years old. I can only imagine the stories that exist around this piece of history!
To walk through such a place and read the History of it is amazing. To think about the fact that they had to leave Texas because of Native American raids makes you realize the raids must have been at this house, and it just seems like you took a step back into History.
Stewart said seeing this house with the “dog-trot” (we call it a dog-run) makes him long for a dog-run log house of his own. I am not so crazy about that idea, I want my house joined altogether simply for safety reasons.
The old Mission Replica was my favorite. We walked in and sat on their “Lincoln log” style church pew, and I read the History of the place from the brochure. To imagine back to the days when these missionaries were risking their lives to bring the name of Jesus to the Native Americans, left me with a sense of longing, back to the days when Christianity was something that meant saving souls and bringing Jesus to the world. Now, when you go to a church, all you see is how they brought the world into the house of GOD, polluting the Holy with the profane. It breaks my heart to see how far the “church” has gotten from GOD. I started singing Amazing Grace, and I felt the presence of GOD in that little church. I long for pure worship of GOD, not the man-made stuff you find these days. I long for real unity and a oneness with others who believe that GOD is the absolute one and only thing that matters. I do not know if I will ever understand why people want to have the world for a short time rather than GOD for eternity. Getting off my soapbox now.
We load up in the car and drive around to where the hiking trail begins. Of course, there is a park right there, and all my kids had to take a turn at the cool little backhoe toy there. Yes, even my biggest “kid” had to give it a try. Stewart says we need one of these at our creek, then maybe he could get the kids to help him dig dirt.

Stewart and Anna play on the slide. Quickly, he realizes he has not lost THAT much weight yet. “Hunny, I …ammm….stucckkk,” he calls as he scoots himself down the slide. Anna naturally goes down with ease. Her hiking books slide just fine on the metal.
With fall leaves crunching under our feet, we head out on the hiking trail. One and a quarter miles is an easy little hike. The kids got a kick out of the sign that read “foot traffic only.” “Like what else kind of traffic are you going to have on a hiking trail?” I explain that they mean no bikes or horses on this one.
The first little bit of the trail was nice and simple, then we started heading up a hill. About halfway up, the kids start whining. I tell them to imagine how Jesus felt having to carry his cross up a hill. “While being beat,” Stewart adds. “I want us to think about that while we finish this, without complaint!” I instruct.
We made it to the top of that hill and decided that maybe this hike wasn’t as easy as we first thought. I suggest we slow down, take our time, and check out the area. We come across the CCC baths. A primitive dugout area that was lined with rock. I assumed this is where they bathed. Adam acts out, taking a bath in the “tub” labeled “bathe”. There was another “tub” labeled “rinse” and a hole labeled “spring”. On a cold day like this was I was thinking they needed a pit labeled “fire”, to warm that water.
We came to the “Steep Step Trail,” and that was exactly what it was. Now that we were on top of the hill, we had to get back down. Apparently, this was the way down. The steps were not nice on my knees, but with the help of my wonderful son, I made it down. Austin is always so good about staying close to me and lending me an arm to steady myself. I always worry I will fall, I am clumsy that way. Little Adam is picking up brothers good habits and helped me a couple of times, too.
I only thought the steep steps were taking us back to the level ground, but I was wrong. It took us through the valley, which of course meant that we had to climb up a hill again. Once we got to the top of the hill, I actually felt a sense of accomplishment. We sat on the bench overlooking the valley and soaked up the peacefulness and basked in the serenity of the place. Austin kicked back on his pack and was taking it all in, also.
We talked about how we would love to live here. We discuss the idea of taking a two-week vacation and traveling the eastern states one year, the central states the next, and the western ones last, going and seeing all the wonders of nature and history, avoiding big cities as much as possible. It is something I want to do before Austin is grown, so he can be a part of it too. We decided this has been our favorite hike so far because even though it was harder, it was also a greater accomplishment. I have a better understanding of why, spiritually, we have to go through the valleys to get to the mountain top. Once we are on the mountaintop, we appreciate the valley also, knowing that you can not have one without the other.
~Becky~
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Heritage Village
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Heritage Village
November 22, 2010
We noticed the other day, coming back from Livingston State Park, a place called Heritage Village in Woodville, TX. I may have heard of it before, but I never really knew where it was until then. So we decided this would be our History trip this week. When we pulled up, we noticed a school bus in the parking lot. My first thought was, “Oh no!” Don’t get me wrong, I am sure they were nice kids and all, but I like us to visit places and be basically the only ones there. Crowds seem to distract the kids, and I like to read the History as we go because I am using it as a lesson. We headed to the Museum Store. We were fascinated by the Native American Artifacts. More Arrowheads than you can imagine. We also looked at a big cut-out from a tree that was over 400 years old. We discussed a bit of botany and how to tell the age of a tree. We talked about world events that were labeled on the annual circles. Very cool to think that this tree has been alive through all these things.

Thankfully, the bus load of teens was leaving before we headed out to the village area, so we could enjoy ourselves without interruption. I really have to say I wish the memorabilia were better taken care of, cleaned, and restored to its original glory, but I assume limited funds are the cause.
We wander into the Pawn Shop/Dentist Office and have a look around. I suppose it is called a Pawn Shop because they put all manner of items that really didn’t fit into any other “shop”, there was everything from an old diving suit to dozens of eyeglasses.
In J.P.’s office, Anna was amazed by the old books in one case, and Adam looked over the “heater”.
Then we looked at the Newspaper Office, which was called the “Village Vidette.
The Livery Stable housed a “Penny-Farthing.” Anna says, “I believe I will stick with my bike!” The door had many types of Texas barbed wire displayed. We are suckers for a good buggy, probably more to do with my admiration of the Amish than this time period.
The Barber Shop was a shop we felt connected to a bit. Stewart’s dad was a barber in his day, so we had to pose with some of the equipment just for Paw-paw.
Go directly to Jail! Stewart put on his best “The Shining” face, and then we locked the two little ones in the jail cell. Adam is trying to “bust out,” and Anna thinks her pouty lip will persuade the jailer to set her free. Stewart started touching the noose. I ask him, “What if it actually had been used to hang someone?” He decided touching it was not a good idea. At the Post Office, my husband was in his element. Of course, posing was required, and Adam had to play Post Office with Daddy.
Adam wanted so badly to “break in” to the Blacksmith shop to check out the tools. Of course, I said no. This front porch “Stage” was all Anna needed to start busting out in song and dance. (Well, that is what it was used for, so why not!) The old log house was pretty neat. The kids could see how small the houses used to be, maybe now they will not complain that their rooms are not big enough. The church was one of our favorites. My kids all “took their places”: Adam on piano, Anna, lead singer, and Austin, my preacher. They seem to feel pretty relaxed in those roles, hmm, I wonder? Adam “closes” the praise and worship service and takes his seat in the pews.
I inform Anna that she is not Millard Martin. “I’m not?” she questions with all innocence. Austin is looking at “The Still” until I explain what it was. He is appalled and says it is time to move on. The kids found the old-time version on the Ice Cream Truck, and Austin saddled up next to the Amish-made wagon. There were way too many buggies in the barn to post all the pictures on here, but it was a favorite.
This is my favorite one, the schoolhouse. Stewart had to start ringing the bell until I begged him to stop. Adam and Anna both hop on a desk while Austin takes on the teacher role. Anna volunteered for the “spanking” picture. Stewart was being bad, so I sat him in the corner with the DUNCE hat on. Austin liked how the back of one chair was the desk of the other, and they had some really neat maps in here.
The “General Store” was nice. Adam runs over to the window and says, “Look, Mom, it even has a drive-thru!” I laugh and tell him back then there were no “drive-thrus,” which embarrasses him. This old coffin was weird; it had a mirror inside it, so when you looked in the small window, you would see yourself as if you were the one in the coffin. That was creepy. I labeled this Doctor, but I believe it was the dressmaker now that I look at it again. Adam had to thump the little girl, “Meany!” For some strange reason, we walk into a saloon, and all my kids act like drunks. At least, Anna looked the part of a Saloon girl for a second. “Ok, kids that are enough bad influence, let’s move on.” Adam and Anna try to climb up into the Hay Barn, but I quickly tell them no, the thing looked as if it might fall on their heads at any moment.
We return to the store, and Anna decides she wants a bonnet until she puts one on. Not as stylish as she had thought at first.
It was a nice trip. I have seen better, but for a small town, this was not bad at all. We are usually so busy with Science, I do not add in History trips, so I am glad we went. The kids seemed to have a good time, and that is all that matters.
~Becky~
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Livingston State Park
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Livingston State Park
November 21, 2010
Looking for a hiking trail between Woodville and Livingston, somewhere close to the Alabama-Coushatta Reservation, and unable to find it, we decided to go on to Livingston State Park. Once we arrived, we drove around a little bit to get our bearings. I have to say, that it was a bit confusing even with our map, but eventually, we found the mile-long hiking trail we wanted to take. It showed it had a frog and a duck pond on this loop, so we decided to try this one.
Right away, we notice that the boardwalk, however nice to walk on for exercise, kept us “up” and away from the nature that we wanted to see, somewhat disappointing. There were even signs saying not to stray from the path. We also had signs warning us to yield the right of way to the horses. So when we came to these signs, they would act out a dramatic play of stampeding horses and our failure to yield to them. As you can imagine, it was quite interesting and humorous. Read the rest of this entry
Kirby Nature Trail
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Kirby Nature Trail
November 14, 2010
It is my baby girl’s birthday today. I got up and cooked her what she requested for breakfast, which was Jimmy Dean Sausage Cheese Balls. After we finished breakfast, we decided to head to Village Creek State Park for a hike. The ranger at Martin Dies Jr State Park said the Village Creek Park was a really good one. We had bought three camo backpacks for the kids to use as Science packs. I figure it would work out better for longer walks. They transferred all their Science stuff over and were ready to go. We drove towards Beaumont and came across a road sign that said “Big Thicket Visitors Information Station.” I request, “Honey, stop there so we can maybe get some more info on hiking trails around here,” so we pull in. Stewart and I get out and go in. The lady was very nice and helpful. Apparently, there is some kind of informational video class going on because she had to change out the videos for some people, which is interesting for a future visit. She tells us that there is a small 2-mile hiking trail right up the road that was free, and gave us a map to it. So we go and take a look. It had a nice parking lot and a neat little Log cabin at the trailhead, along with a water fountain and port-a-potties. “Y’all wanna do this one?” I ask my group. “Sure!” was the eager reply. We gear up and head out. There was a beautiful old Live Oak tree in the yard of the trailhead cabin, so of course we had to get a picture. We figure this tree has to be a couple of hundred years old to be this big and beautifully branched.
The first thing Anna does when we get on the boardwalk is walk on the edge and slip off, taking Adam down with her. They both get back up and dust off. No one was hurt, but Anna got a grass stain on the knee of her new jeans, and we still have to go to Beaumont to shop. I scolded her a little bit because she was not careful. A few feet later, we find a sign that says “Caution: Wet Boardwalks are Slippery “Yeah, ya think?” was my response. Now they tell us. So Anna poses by the sign with her grass stain.
The boardwalks are very pretty with the fall leaves littering the way. Stewart and I had bought “hiking sticks” which were designed to be used for a complete workout by using them like ski poles, but we wanted to use them for hiking. Stewart’s pole was not extended enough, and I picked on him about walking with it like it was his “pimp daddy” cane. So I take a quick picture of him and then adjust it to be more of a hiking stick. I honestly think I prefer Austin’s cane hiking stick, but I will use the one we bought. Austin was trying to get a leaf of some sort off a tree by the boardwalk. It was just out of his reach; he tried and tried, almost falling off a couple of times. I was primed and ready to get a picture of the “fall,” but he never fell. The Stewart picks the same kind of leaf off a tree that was closer and asked: “Umm, is this what you want?” We all laugh, poor Austin, after all his hard work.
My little Birthday girl rock star grabs Austin’s hiking stick and jumps on a stump and starts singing, “La la la, oh yeah!” We look at trees and moss growing on them and different kinds of bark. Stewart makes me take a quick picture with the kids before trekking on.
Along the trail, we saw several mushrooms (numbers correspond with pictures):
(1) I had a hard time identifying this one because I needed to “lift up its skirt” to see more, and didn’t because I didn’t want to disturb it
(2) A pile of slimy mushrooms that I can’t identify, but we called it the “scat” mushrooms jokingly
(3) Bearded Tooth
(4) Grass Spider‘s Web (it is a nice side view)
(5) These little shelf mushrooms appear to have algae growing on them
(6)Turkey Tail (Adam totally “called” this one, “Mom, look, it looks like a turkey’s tail.”)
Below are some more things we studied. This is where field guides come in handy:
(1) holes bored in a tree by a Sapsucker
(2) Yellow House Plant Mushroom (maybe)
(3) Austin spotted a wonderful array of Soil Layers in the root system of a fallen tree
(4) A beautifully colored Holly Tree
(5) A pretty white mushroom, the kids said it looked like a flower. I looked up Fungi Cycle thought that was cool
(6) A cocoon Anna found, no telling what came out of it
Adam was trying to use a Holly leaf to cut the pretty yellow leaves we see on a bush.
We walked and read all the cool little signs they had telling what kind of tree was represented.
Anna found a funny tree branch nub that looked like a saddle, so of course, she had to “ride” her horse. Adam was worried that it would start raining, so he decided to cover his head with his backpack.
We came across this creek bed that was dried up, but within its banks were the most beautiful huge Cypress Trees. We walked down into the creek and got to see them up close. It was an awesome opportunity. The “knees” of the big tree were taller than Stewart’s head. We had read from an earlier hike that the “knee” could have been used to obtain food or air for the tree above the water line. We noticed that at the base of the tree, the knees grew into it, making the big bottoms. So maybe they help with stability while in the water. I wish there were a way to tell how old these trees were. GOD is awesome. Just to see the mighty works of his hand is enough to make your soul smile. This was the highlight of our hike. The kids played around the knees and climbed the big trunk. We found a gray tree frog here, perched on a Cypress’ knee. Anna patted the little frog, saying, “Aww, you’re a cute little frog, aren’t you?” Yay, my girl is not a girly girl and is not scared of frogs. She is right in the big middle of it all, just like I was as a kid.
(1) a lovely Gray Tree Frog on a Cypress Knee
(2) I looked everywhere trying to find this little Caterpillar and could not get a positive ID, but I thought it was beautiful
(3) These holes in this tree, Stewart says, are probably from Flying Squirrels
(4) a young Bald Cypress Tree
After we left the Cypress grove, we walked until we reached a big bridge. The signs said Inner Loop, Outer Loop, and Sandhill Loop. Since I forgot to bring the map I took from the Info. Station, we did not know how the layout was. The area by the bridge had a little picnic area where you could enjoy a rest and lunch. We decided to take the Sandhill Loop because it crossed the bridge where I took the pictures that are posted below. They reminded me of a postcard.
The bridge was scary because when you got to the top of it, it would sway, and I have a fear of bridges anyway, so I fussed at Stewart for swaying the bridge too much. We continued on for what seemed like forever. The whole time, we are sure we are going to get to the car just around the next curve. The kids are getting tired, and so were Stewart and I. Finally, we come to another big bridge, this one was more rickety than the last, but we see a map sign on the other side, so we cross it, timidly. Once we get there, we see that we have been on the wrong loop ever since the last bridge. We have no idea where to go from here except deadheading back the way we came. We had broken one of the worst rules of hiking, going out without a map or GPS. The kids and I are almost in tears out of sheer exhaustion. We suck it up and turn around and trudge back the way we came. I am hurting in my feet and hips pretty bad, and end up stumbling and falling and getting both my knees dirty, but I did not hurt myself. The kids got really quiet. I ask what is wrong. Austin tells me Anna is afraid I will not want to go on into Beaumont and shop now that my knees are dirty. I tell her, “You know what, baby girl, mom fell and got dirty too because I fussed at you for doing it, and I shouldn’t have. I will still take you out to eat and to Toys-R-Us for your birthday, dirty knees or not. We are country folks that have been out hiking, and I don’t know these people in Beaumont, so I really don’t care what they think of me!” That seemed to reassure her, and we trudged on. She was cold, so I gave her my long-sleeved over shirt. She slipped it on, over her pack and all. So I called her my little hunchback. She was not really impressed with that. Adam whined a little bit, and Anna started dragging up the rear. I tell Adam if I am not whining, he is not allowed to either, and I take Anna’s hand and we walk on. I prayed, “God, please give us the strength to get back to the car, and please do not let it rain on us.” Amazingly, the trip back to the car took no time at all, and the good Lord kept us dry. My best guess is that we walked close to 4 miles because of my mistake of not bringing the map. A mistake that will not happen again. I am actually proud that we walked it with very few problems.
We go on into Beaumont and take Anna out to eat at Brazos Cattle Co. Then we swing by a couple of clothes stores for me, and then out to Toys-R-Us so the kids could spend their money they received from Pops & Mawmaw Husband for their birthday. The only kid who found a toy was Adam; he bought a Bionicle.
We decided on our way out of Beaumont that we would go to the Village Creek State Park since it was where we were supposed to hike today. I figured we could, at least, drive it so we can see what they have for next time. We get our Pass approved and go on to have a look. They have a playground that we let the kids play at for a few minutes while Stewart and I look at the map.
This park has several loops to walk, even a mini trail for little kids. We walk the mini trail, and it has footprints in cement and info signs of different kinds of animals scattered along the trail. It was exciting and interactive for the kids. Adam really liked it because he got to see a beaver footprint and a bobcat track. Austin would run ahead and cover the sign, and we would guess what the footprint was. Anna had to blow the dirt out of some of the tracks so we could see them better.
We go and look at the creek, which has amazing white sand on the bank on the other side. Adam said, “Mom, is that snow?” I laugh and say, “I wish, but no, just really white sand.” He says, “I wish too, cuz then I could build a snowman.” I ask the family if they are up to taking on a trail, but only a small one, because it would be dark soon. They surprisingly are up for it. My family is such troopers. We actually ended up taking four trails, but just pieces of each that made a small loop of only a half mile. The park seems well equipped with picnic tables and a rock walking trail for part of it, as well as walk-in camping sites.
We see some hog tracks. I am getting to where I can tell them from deer tracks pretty well. It starts to sprinkle, and Anna says, “Ahhh, hurry up, we are going to get struck by lightning!” I tell her it is not lighting, silly. She still plays the drama out a bit. Adam asks me how I know there is no lightning in this rain. I tell him I know what the different clouds look like, and these clouds did not look like storm clouds. I tell Anna, “Dodge those raindrops, girl!” So she runs in a zig-zag pattern pretending to dodge them. Adam had his backpack held over his head. I stop and take a picture of a pretty tree that is very colorful, and Stewart takes the camera from me again. I look at some white flowers on a bush, and he gets a picture of me. “You look like you are studying that pretty hard!” He laughs. I swipe my camera back. The kids are urging us to hurry; the rain is no fun to them at all. They are still chattering about lightning. I snap a picture of a very unimpressed Austin trudging on in the sprinkling rain. In no time, we are back in the car. Anna hollers, “Hurry, Daddy, unlock the car. Lightning!” Silly, silly children, I almost think they wish it were lightning so they could have a thrill of being scared.
We all agree that even though we walked a long way today, it was a good day.
~Becky~
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