A Veteran Came Back Into Our Lives

Long, long ago in a town far away our boys went to elementary school briefly.  While there Jonathan made a friend named Adam.  This kid was so sweet and we had him in our home often.  Even after Jonathan left the local school to be home educated their friendship remained strong.

Then we moved to Lancaster County.  We only saw Adam a couple of times after that.  One of those times was at Hershey Park.  I looked for photos this morning to share with Adam on this special day.  That will make more sense in just a bit.  But this is the photo I sent to him today.

Adam in the center.

Chelsea, Jonathan and Myself on the right.

As so often happens life continues in parallel universes and we lost track 

of each other.  But last month Adam found us again.

By Facebook, of course!

While we had pretty much continued on a predictable and relatively quiet life path

Adam had not.   He joined the military at the age of 17!

He comes from a family who served.

It was all he wanted to do.

Adam became a medic.  Caring for the fallen.

In 2013 he became one of the fallen
while attempting to recover

another.

Adam lost both legs.

He saved his own life by pulling tourniquets out of his vest and starting to put

them on his legs.  As God would have it a rescue helicopter landed nearly 

immediately because they were already responding to the same first blast

that Adam had responded to.

You know what?

Better than me trying to retell his story you could just read it here.

In Adam's own words.

What was so cool was that Adam wanted to reconnect.

To get together.

And within two weeks it happened.

He and his beautiful girlfriend came to visit.

We went to lunch and chatted easily.

I'm not surprised that this young boy I once knew grew into

this amazing man. 

Such a positive attitude.

I know a lot of credit goes to his parents who spent 

years with him at the hospital and in Physical Therapy.

But so much of it is just Adam.

Strong, resilient and holding onto an amazing sense of humor.

That made today a very, very special Veterans Day for me.

I've got one of "my kids" back in my life.

Adam Hartswick, Thank You so much, for all you have 

given for my freedom!!

...and....

Thank you for finding us!!

The Election: My Thoughts...Take Them or Leave Them

In the interest of marking significant events on this blog how in the world could I not post what I'm thinking about this election period and result here?  Now, I am doing this more so that I can go back and look at it later than so that you can get all inside my head and mad at me.  I'm open to respectful discussion at any time.  I get to be the judge of what is respectful.  :-)

Many of you know by now that I am a political junkie.  As a teenager I participated in local elections.  I campaigned for a dear friend and worked the polling places.  As a young mom I considered a run for the local school board.  A few years later after moving to Lancaster County, I again got into the political world for a season.  What I know about me and politics is that I can get lost in it.  It can be all consuming and I have to be very careful.  So....I try to retain some detachment from the process at this stage of my life.

This Presidential election has been unlike any we have seen before.  I have experienced all kinds of swings in my feelings as things have progressed.  I have marveled at how far afield our Country has gone....and then have been amazed that the remnant who remained are more than I would have guessed.

I have gone from confused as to whether Donald Trump was running as a joke or because he was serious.  Whether he got more than he bargained for when it started catching on for him.  How so many respected people could back THAT.  For his behavior and way of speech was over the top and very offensive to me.  I despised his bully persona.  I one hundred percent wanted just about anyone except him.  And there were SOOOOO many wonderful choices this time around.  In fact, I am convinced that this is how we came to elect Donald Trump.  The primary season was spread too thin.

I spent weeks so angry and frustrated at the media for falling for him.  It was like watching a train wreck....the more obnoxious he was the more they covered him.

And then it clicked.

Donald Trump is crazy like a fox.

He was putting on an act every time he stepped on stage.  He would run a mean and lean campaign by getting all the free coverage he wanted by putting up a caricature of himself.  Larger and meaner than life.  The big bully.  But underlying giving us pieces of his real vision.  I started hearing the vision through the smoke screen and it started to interest me.

Then he chose Mike Pence to run as his Vice President.  Turn up the volume again.  I became more curious.  Really?  This calm, respected and agreeable man had met with Donald Trump and agreed to potentially work side by side with him?  Mr. Pence has a wonderful reputation as a strong Believer.  So now we have Dr. Ben Carson, Mike Huckabee, Governor Mike Pence and of lesser influence on me Sarah Palin all surrounding and supporting Donald Trump.  I had to pay attention.

The good news junkie that I am I have watched and read hundreds/thousands of hours of news from many sources all through this campaign.  There is a television in my candle workshop and it is nearly always streaming news. For the record, you can't believe all you hear.  lol

My stomach roiled in disgust when the video of Donald Trump talking in a terrible way about how he "got away" with things around women.  I was mad.  At him.  But I was also mad at those who were strategically bringing these things out of the vault of history in hopes of bringing him down.  We were on vacation in New York when a woman came on television to tell us about how a stranger on a plane came on to her.  I knew she was full of it when she said that it was o.k. while he was touching her "on top" but crossed the line when he moved down.  Excuse me???  Any woman who would be traumatized by this event would have been traumatized by any touch!!  The two men who have assaulted me never even touched me.  Their words and looks were enough to put fear into me. I have never forgotten it and I never will.  The stories of the 11 women who came forward were all regurgitations of what he had said in those stupid moments while trying to impress Billy Bush who was being just as ignorant.  I started thinking that if Donald Trump had been the aggressor he had pretended to be there would have been many lawsuits over the years.  The man is loaded!!  This had to be a smoke screen using his own testosterone against him.  Eleven years prior.  Nothing recent came to light.  I had to forgive when he expressed his regret.

I also looked at his family.  Carefully.  They are amazing people!!  His children are the most "unspoiled" rich people I've ever observed.  They all work very hard.  None of them will touch drugs thanks to Donald Trump's parenting style of talking about these things frequently.  Mr. Trump doesn't even drink alcohol due to family tragedy.  I respected both he and Milania for putting their youngest, Barron, first and making sure that he had a full time parent while the campaigning took place.  Family was obviously a very high priority for Donald Trump.  And it showed.

At the same time Hillary Clinton continued in her muck and mire following a pattern of disregard for the law.  Nothing, it seemed, had changed since she and President Clinton were in the White House the first time.  Voting for her was never an option.

So....the dilemma left to me was to figure out if I could vote for Donald Trump.  Many of my friends were telling me that as a Christian I couldn't.  However, I've never been one to follow the leader.  lol
Wait!  You tell me I must do what?  Well, I have to seek the Lord in it before following blindly.

After hours and hours of watching, listening and study into who Donald Trump has been I came to the conclusion that he is a man in process.  He is changing and growing.

The names he put forth for potential Supreme Court Justices were quality.  He had already chosen Mike Pence.  Ben Carson and Mike Huckabee were still with him.  Other Christian leaders began to speak highly of him after spending time with him.

He got that our businesses are overtaxed and over regulated.

He saw the oppression of drug addiction that has eaten away at the communities surrounding us. Lancaster County has lost sooooo many young lives just this year.

He understood that loving the refugee doesn't mean throwing wide the door....but welcoming those who pass our tests for being quality citizens.  His own wife has become a citizen here through the process and laws established for just such a thing.

He promised to work on our Health Care fiasco.

And so I became a Trump supporter.  Not a reluctant voter.  I bought in all the way.

On election day I hoped and prayed that others had seen through his "crazy" approach and would come out to vote.  When Warren went to the polling place at his usual time and reported lines across the parking lot I got excited!!  This was a first in our experience.  Then others started reporting the same things all across the State.  We had a chance of getting enough from the rural areas to counteract those from the cities who usually take the State into democrat status.  Mom and I dragged a tired Jonathan with us after a long night of working so he could place his vote.  He was sure it was a wasted effort since we are known as a very, very blue state.  But we assured him that it was worth the effort.  Imagine, then, our glee when we proved to be right.  All of those people coming out really pulled it off.  For now....Pennsylvania is RED.

The elation from the morning of thinking we had a chance faded into a heavy lump in my stomach as the day went by.  Could this really happen?  I mean, Mr. Trump really had NOT put his best foot forward through most of the campaign.  He was so often pulled off the important topics.  BUT, had he done enough?  Had others seen through all of that to his heart and real platform?

The results began to come in.  Shock seemed to be the response all around.  The commentators on every network looked like a huge tragedy was happening in front of their eyes.  But this was not a tragedy, in my opinion.  This was the very heart of America speaking.  We were pretty quiet for the most part in advance of this day.  But we were thinking, praying and many were making the choice to attend rallies.  Hearts were moved.  Hope was setting in.  Perhaps in this man we saw someone who would stand up to the rot and decay in Washington D.C.  He didn't make nice with anyone who he didn't agree with on either side of the aisle.  Trust me...I'm a registered Republican but I don't believe that label makes someone a good person or a worthy representative.  It is just a platform starting place.

I stayed up as this amazing thing happened.  Chatting online with friends who were also watching. Georgia came over to watch with us.  The poor lady tried to leave a few times before finally tearing herself away.  It was a Historic event for sure.

Mrs. Clinton chose not to come out and speak with her distraught supporters that night.  However she did eventually call Mr. Trump and concede.  I took some photos of the television as Mr. Trump and his exhausted family came out for the victory speech.  Loved that poor Barron who was nearly asleep on his feet at nearly 3 am.

Mike Pence may have been the number one reason I looked closer.

Mini Donald?

The victory speech was low key and respectful.

I fully expect this is what we will see from now on.

His visit to Mexico was a good example of what he 

might look like as President.

Those who were with Mr. Trump that night said he was somber.

The weight of the responsibilities began to settle in.

I'm looking forward to what is to come.

It won't be easy.

But I do believe this man loves his family and his country.

I'm praying he comes to love God, if he hasn't yet.

Reports are mixed on that.

He certainly has people around him that can answer

questions on that topic.

For those of my friends and family who are heart broken at this

turn of events I can say that I truly understand.

I felt those feelings four years ago.

I spent days in some amount of depression.

There is nothing more I can say than lets watch and see together.

And God Bless America!!

Land that I love!!

Beautiful and Special Weekend

My sister of the heart came to visit this weekend.

Shelley.

Shelley and I have

been friends since before we were each married.

We raised our kids side by side as neighbors.

I don't have any sisters so I claim Shelley.
I do have a sister in law whom I love dearly....this is not to exclude her in any way and
Shelley has a sister.... but she adds me in the sister of the heart category.

We talked until ....late...on Friday night/Saturday morning.

Then I got up early and made candles while everyone else in the house

slept in.  Crazy people!  Wasting daylight.

But when they did wake up it was a mad rush because at the last minute we were able

to get tickets to see Samson at 11 am.

Off we went.

I hadn't seen it since the employee premiere.

I didn't remember all there was to the show because of the big-ness of that night

and the many thoughts of "will this work" and "hope that stays up there".

When one's husband is in the technical area and a son is a rigger

you just kind of get caught up in those things the first time

you see the show.

So yesterday the message hit me a lot harder.

It's ALL about the grace.

God's Grace.

I seriously cried.

You can see that my eyes are still "messed up" in this photo.

Puffy face even.

Ick.

But I just have to show you Shelley and Warren's mom, Georgia.

You know we are going through very hard times around here

and it was so very, very good to be reminded that grace 

is still a real thing.

Oh do we need it.

Every day....

After seeing the show we returned back to our house where Shelley and I spent the remainder of

the afternoon chilling, reading, napping and chatting.

Warren did something productive.

Couldn't tell you what it was...oh, wait!  He worked on a car.

That's what he did.

And then Shelley and I headed for the grocery store with hopes that an idea

for dinner would just jump out at us.

It didn't.

Well, not in the way we had hoped.

An idea of going out to eat jumped into our heads.

Both of our heads.

Felt it must have been meant to be.

So we got a few items and headed home to share the brilliance with Warren.

He agreed.

And so we went to C.R. Lapps.

It's a local place with great food and a pretty dining room.

It was the right thing to do.

In fact it was so right that after eating great meals

we left with two $5 pies and 5 quarts of free Chicken Pot Pie.

Yep!!  

That's what happens when you listen to that little voice in your head 

at the grocery store!

Try it....or not. 

It might help if you are regulars there AND it is Saturday night AND

there is stuff they don't want to throw away.

Tee-hee!!

Today was a good day at church.

Challenging but beautiful music....a good sermon.

A great time of prayer.

Then we met up with Chelsea and Chadd at Olive Garden.

The photos in this post were taken on our drive over.

I like it when Warren drives so I can snap pictures of the beauty

around us.  I don't like that he doesn't read my mind and slow down 

for every perfect shot. :-)

It is always wonderful to spend time with our kids.

Michael had popped in Friday evening 

so I got time with each of our three kids at some point

over the weekend.

Happy me.

This evening we headed over to Creekside Cottage for time around the fire.

With the storm chasing us home early last Sunday there were lots of hot dogs left.

The weather this evening was perfect for snuggling up to a campfire.

It was nippy!

But no rain....like last week.

Long time friends are pretty special.

So this weekend's theme was kind of about that.

First with Shelley.

A friendship of nearly 30 years.

With the Rabes and Pastor Mike.

Both Friendships of 15 -16 years.

Much changes and much stays the same.

There were some more recent friends there as well.

That's always nice!

Can one have too many friends?

I don't think so!

And besides, one of those friends, Jen, is so dear to me.

She is easy to like and full of wisdom.

Some of the newest and younger friends had their guitars 

with them tonight at the campfire.

We sang a bit.

And then the sleepy's started to set in.

I'm pretty sure they took longer than usual to set in because I had two glasses

of peach tea at Olive Garden.

I've been avoiding caffeine since the whole racing heart thing over the Summer.

But, man, I got a boost this afternoon.

Woo-hoo!

I missed having that energy surge.

However, I'll still be very sparing when it comes to caffeine.

Driving around this weekend has been just so enjoyable....

with all of the color showing in the trees and bushes around.

It is more subtle around this one room schoolhouse but still so pretty.

Wouldn't you love to drive up that lane to your home?

I guess it depends on the home....but I'm imagining

something pretty special at the end of that driveway.

I asked Warren to go slowly so I could capture this tree without the 

telephone pole but there was someone behind us.

So....we got the pole.

Back to this evening.

It was still light when we arrived at Creekside Cottage.

Lindsay met us, on Sandy.

What a life, right?

Sandy was much more interested in the grass than she was in me.

But that's kind of to be expected.

Lindsay was kind enough to help Sandy "pose".

Beautiful young lady and her horse.

There are many things in this world to spend time thinking about.

Even worrying about when we allow it.

I wake up early with a lot of concerns on my mind.

But I refuse to just lay there and think about them.

It doesn't benefit anyone.

I get up and get busy.

At least I get my mind busy with a book or something.

And then there is prayer.

It changes things.

And so...the election is in that category.

Our children and their concerns are there too.

The health of those we love....yep, you guessed it.

And in the end it has to start and end in PRAISE!

Who am I to fear?

When HE has shown Himself to be so very faithful all through

these hard days, weeks, months and years.

I praise God for knowing and loving us...

for blessing us with friends.

And for people with talent to write shows such as Samson

that remind us that the author of Grace is still at work today.

Grace, Grace...God's Grace.

Grace that is Greater than all our sin!

Of Cows, a Dog and A Rose

Mom and Georgia were off to Cape Cod this past week.  

They are on their way home as I type this post.

What this means is that I walked Mom's dog, Bear, twice a day.

This is good for me.

And like most things that are good for me I resist them until I 

can't not do it any longer and then I actually enjoy it.

Just keepin' it real.

So, Bear and I would walk each morning and afternoon.

My darling husband took the night shift and let him out for his evening needs.

Bear is a good walker but has this crazy quirk.

When a car is coming he runs toward it.

I really don't understand what he is thinking but it requires keeping the 

leash tight when you know a car is going to pass by....

not sure how far he would go and am not willing to test that theory.

One afternoon these cows decided they were interested in us and came 

walking with us, just on the other side of the fence.

I always kind of hope this will happen because I am fascinated by cows.

They are such curious and interesting animals.

So much more social than one would think.

My attachment came back in my childhood when we would go 

to purchase our raw milk from the grandfather of my best friend.

When there were calves I could be found hanging out with them....

Just chalk that up to one of those needless facts you don't have to retain.

But it helps to understand why I am sooo very happy to live across 

from a herd of milk cows.

On one of the first mornings this week we were walking past our home

when I noticed that our roses were still looking pretty spunky.

As I tried to take a few photos Bear got into the shot.

At first he was just there....but when I called his name

it actually turned into a pretty cool shot.

He makes a wonderful backdrop for this red rose.

What did my dogs think of all of this other dog stuff going on

this week?

They kind of loved it because I would allow them to come along

in the car.

They LOVE to ride in the car.

Even if it is just two driveways away.

Then they waited in the car while Bear and I 

walked and then we returned

home.  

Crazy, right?

But every day they were so excited to do this.

It is cool here this week so they were perfectly 

fine to wait in the car.

I'll leave you with one amusing anecdote...

One day I stopped to walk Bear on my way home from some errands.

(No dogs were with me.)

I pulled in the driveway and while walking Bear got into a 

texting conversation with Chelsea.

As I left I was so caught up in my conversation that I forgot I had

driven there and just walked right past my van and came on home.

Later in the afternoon I noticed that "someone" was parked in Mom's

driveway.  As I pondered whose van it was it hit me....

It was ME!

I was parked over there!!

Got quite a giggle out of that....

trying to cover the panic that I might just be 

losing it.

My life has officially "gone to the dogs".

Haha!

This Weekend's Wedding

Meet my friend, Ruth.

She is such a sweet lady who loves much!

She loves her friends, her family and her neighbors.

She loves the Lord.

She also loves Gary.

She and Gary were once married.

Then life happened and they weren't married anymore.

But then REAL Life happened and God reunited them.

On Saturday they were remarried!

It was way more moving than I expected.

I guess not having been to a re-marriage before 

I didn't know what 

to expect...

It definitely didn't feel like they were going through the motions.

These are two adults who really understand the commitment

they are making to each other and the Lord.

Since I was busy with the food I didn't get any photos of the two 

of them together but here is a photo of the men right before the 

ceremony started,

Gary is on the right.

Pastor Mike on the left.

Gary and Ruth's son, Steve, is in the middle.

In the moments JUST before Ruth walked down the aisle I got 

she and her kiddos to pose for me.

I didn't take any photos during the actual ceremony.

I was too busy wiping tears...

But our friend, Kelly was the official photographer and she

captured many special moments.

Running back to the fellowship area immediately following the 

ceremony I snapped a couple of photos before guests began to 

come in.

Everyone loved the floating candle centerpieces.

Ruth had given Deanna, of Creekside Cottage, a photo of something

she found and loved and asked if it could be duplicated.

Sure enough...these were so pretty lit.

Here was one of the drink stations taken earlier in the day.

One of these was later filled with water and the other with 

pink lemonade.

A coffee carafe was added in the center.

The pictures on the drink tables came from my living room.

Turns out I happen to like pink and green, 

which were the wedding colors, 

pretty well myself.

Didn't really think about it until I looked around for 

items to take to pull in more of her colors.

The ones already at the church tend toward Autumn

rather than Spring.

 As someone who makes a lot of party favors I thought Ruth's 

jelly favors were adorable!!

Small jars of jelly from Kitchen Kettle Village

with a personalized label.

I made sure I got me some blackberry jelly!

While I would have loved the opportunity to make the cake

I would have had neither the time or expertise to make something this lovely.

It is a duplicate of their original cake.

A local bakery, Achenbach's, did a fantastic job!

It was beautiful and delicious.

Very moist!

The serving utensils were vintage and had personal 

meaning to Ruth.

I got only ONE food photo.

It was of the fruit cup which was simple but tasty.

Green grapes and pineapple with a splash of organic orange juice.

Topped off with strawberry fluff and a slice of kiwi.

To see more about this wedding from Deanna's perspective you 

can visit her at Creekside Cottage.

Take note of the Sweetheart table....simply adorable.

The picture over the table is vintage and hung in Warren's

Grandmother's dining room for many years.

It has hung in ours since her passing.

I really liked it in that spot behind the couple as they

ate their meal and then greeted guests.

It was truly an honor and a blessing to be a part of 

this important day.

It was also great to work together with a team of people to 

pull it all off!

More Vacation Photos and What's Next around Here

We are home once again.

But these are the final photos from our last day in New York.

On Saturday Warren and I took off for a day of exploring on our own.

Jonathan stayed at the resort for a day of quiet.

He liked it.

And we liked our day of traveling back roads.

First order of business was lunch so we headed back over to Callicoon 

to the Brewery which had great reviews.

I will say that the food was really, really good.

I will also say that the environment was kind of dirty.

Don't want to steer anyone wrong if they are the squeamish kind.

It is a restored fire house, that by the window decor seems to have had

at least one other owner as a restaurant before becoming the brewery.

Their fresh cut fries are the bomb!

Warren had a tasty burger with corned beef on it.

I left my usual gluten free self somewhere else and had a quesadilla.

I could only eat half. 

Jonathan got to enjoy the rest of it later.

Our server wasn't the friendliest type.  In fact her shirt summed her up

pretty well.  It said, "I don't listen".  Sure enough....she doesn't.

But finally we got her to talk to us a bit by asking her about local

lakes to visit.  She suggested Huntington Lake which wasn't too far away.

We drove over and it surely is beautiful!

We took a couple of photos but knew we wanted to keep looking

because I was picturing something a bit more secluded and accessible

than this little pull off with houses all around.

It was such a perfect day.

We were blessed.

We headed out to find Crystal Lake.

All was good and happy until shortly before we arrived at the lake

we found we had no phone service.

Only a problem because our only directions were on our phones.

However we kept driving as long as we knew we would 

remember how to back track.

I think I recall Warren saying something about bread crumbs.

Haha!

Finally we turned onto this beautiful lane through the woods.

And then we popped out to this view.....

According to a man we met there, this lake is an amazing

place to fly fish for brook trout.

He has heard that it is 100 feet deep.

And then it happened...

I got the shots I came for.

Trees reflecting in the water.

Loved the "crystal" clear water!

I didn't take a photo of it but we watched a water snake swim through here.

It was so neat.

We were sitting in warm sunshine on large rocks along the bank.

This lake has a path all the way around it but my flip flops weren't

really made for the roughness of that pathway.

As we left.....

we put the windows down and took in the smells of a forest floor.

Pine, leaves and fresh air.

On the way in I had wondered what happens

 if you meet someone on this narrow

road.  On the way out I found out.  We yield.  It worked!

I was hoping to find a third lake but Warren had plans that were just as good

and a bit different.  He found a historical stone bridge.

History....they just don't make them like this anymore.

The top of this bridge is now a grassy walkway.

Sweet!

We crunched through these fallen leaves enjoying both 

the sound and the sweet scent of them.

But wait...there was more to this day!

We decided to try yet another restaurant for dinner.

This was nearly a mistake.

Warren did express concern because their website had a 

review from the New York Times.

I thought it couldn't be that exclusive with a 

$$ rating, right?

Wrong.

Only because we were out of our class/league.

However it was such a beautiful setting and every detail was so perfect

that we ended up not minding the prices..too much...

and the fact that the only thing I could really 

order was a meat and cheese platter

for $14.

There were four main course options.

None of which I could enjoy.

But everything was sourced locally which was pretty cool.

And the chef really knew what he was doing with 

seasoning and flavor blending.

We were crass and Warren kept sliding me pieces of his 

$32 steak as he ate.

I would have complained but it was so good I didn't have the

discipline to do so.

Happy silver in a linen napkin.

Sweet!

Beside Warren sat this adorable serving station.

I had to sneak a picture.

Check out the lighting.  

Perfection!

Behind me was the kitchen...open to the rest of the rooms

and in the kitchen were two bowling lanes with antique wooden pins.

You bowl, you set the pins.

We had actually just bowled a game at the resort before heading over for

dinner or I probably would have had to do it.

Something I will not forget about my dinner that evening?

Cherry compote.

On a very tiny spoon.

That.was.tasty!

The cheeses were mostly soft ones with only Parmesan

to add a tang.

The brie was so soft it was like the softest cream.

I loved it....Warren leans more toward the harder cheeses

so he finished off the Parmesan.

Same thing with the meats.

I thoroughly enjoyed the Italian cuts without spice

while he ate the peppery one.

We make a pretty good team, I think!

We had a fabulous time on this vacation.

It is good to be home but this was one I didn't want to rush back from.

Happiness was seeing how very delighted Molly was to see us again.

She had been staying next door with Grandma Georgia while Bandit

was with my Mom.

I had no idea if Molly would care about being back or not.

But her happiness was palpable.

She turned in circles and went straight to Warren 

and Jonathan for some attention.

Bandit was being territorial with me...

we dealt with that.

Then I got some Molly snuggles and kisses too.

What's next you may ask?

Cooking for 80.

Yep!

My friend is getting married on Saturday 

and I'm doing the reception food.

One of my favorite things to do is cook for a crowd.

And so I am thankful that I am being allowed to do it.

Her menu?

Fruit Salad

(Pineapple/Grapes/Kiwi - layered)

Strawberry Spinach and Poppyseed Salad

 (I'm not making this salad)

Ham

Green Beans

Herbed Red Potatoes

Rolls/Butter

I will have help to prep the fruit and potatoes.

Also to serve as it is going to be a banquet style with each one 

receiving a finished plate.

The wedding cake is being provided by a local

baker as a gift from another friend.

The bonus blessing of this wedding?

It is her second to the same man.

Life can disturb the expected path of life....

but in time God chooses to heal ....sometimes.

In this case, definitely.

So...I may not be back before the weekend.

We will see.

May God bless you and yours.