Our friends are fun. Can't you tell?
We gathered at
our lake house this past weekend. And we broke it in with 16 kids, the oldest of whom is 8 years old. The Gathering Place lived up to its name, even if the sunshine and warm weather I invited to come out to play didn't show up.
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There was fishing. Ben always wants to pet the fish. |
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There was sitting with friends. |
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There was rocking throwing. |
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There was a miscommunication about the names on the cake. |
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There was some {mostly} boy-girl segregation. |
And there will be more gathering here, hopefully sooner rather than later. I came home with a full heart and a list of how to make The Gathering Place an even better place to gather.
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