(These oxen were up to my eye at their shoulder. As big as babe! -matt)
My uncle is the campaign manager for a man running for county commissioner. He was the appointed parade driver for the "campaign truck." He was able to take Grace, Elizabeth, Paul and Raphaella to ride along with him and the candidate on the parade route. The kids had a blast. The girls threw candy to the crowd and Paul got to ride alongside Uncle Keith in the cab--a boy's dream.
Paul REALLY enjoyed this ice cream cone. Two bucks for a fully loaded waffle cone sold by the Future Business Leaders of America. Matt joked they had a bit more to learn about business.
The Lord arranged a divine appointment for Grace and me. We "ran into" our good friends. We haven't seen them in two years as they are missionaries in Guatemala. They returned home on furlough just last Wednesday (unbeknownst to us) and came to the festival on Saturday. Sherri (the mom) and I talked about homeschooling. Kendra (the daughter) and Grace were overjoyed to see each other again and had no trouble finding things to talk about.
We also got to see my Grandma and introduce her to Jude. Jude slept peacefully in her arms for quite a long time--the true Grandma's touch. We got home late--full and tired, the marks of a good day.
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