T.I.R.E.D.

And Grateful.

The Saturday after graduation was

big for Warren and the Boys.

For starters,

Jonathan, Uncle Allan and Aunt Bev

went fly fishing for a large part of

the day.

They caught fish.

Catch and release so I didn't

actually see these fish.

There were photos...but they

could have been doctored.

You know these fishermen and their

fish tales....

(Insert wicked smile here)

While the fishermen were off doing

their thing Mikey and Warren were

on a huge pile or rather many piles

of coal with dirtbikes and friends.

Jumping, trail riding, climbing.

All things that would stop my heart

were I to watch.

They came home very dirty but for the

most part unhurt. Warren did leave a

small amount of DNA out there from his

arm...but nothing major.

Doesn't stop the muscles from screaming

every time they move. I smile.

I didn't get sore reading on Saturday.

Nope! My quiet day didn't hurt a bit.

Truly, I have to be thankful for

their safety as someone in a different
group of riders was 

life flighted off the mountain

on Saturday.

I am so thankful they wear full gear

and are very careful...but understand

that this sport is dangerous.

By its very nature.

On to Sunday.

A full and busy day.

We enjoyed a wonderful time in Worship

and then a huge batch of us went to

lunch together at Sal's in Willow Street.

Sal's has a massive pizza for a decent

price. Makes it an easy choice for

young and old alike.

After this our house was filled with

conversation and laughter as it filled

with some of these friends until well

into the evening.

We are so blessed.

I say that a lot, don't I?

But, it is so true.

Friends, Family....God.

Still...leaves one Tired.

Cause I am so very human!