When life piles one tragic event onto another, it’s good to be reminded that life is also full of lots and lots of happier times.
Today we heard from our daughter, Sharon, now a single mom, who entertained a group of ten and eleven-year-olds at a sleep-over last night. Libbey, our fun-loving, soccer-playing, budding-violinist granddaughter, turned eleven on Friday, April 19, and, according to her mom, she and this “great group of kids” had a blast! Sharon said they played volleyball in the back yard, made S’mores at an outdoor fire pit, watched movies, ate snacks, laughed and talked and had fun just being together. What a great way to end the week!
For some reason, those S’mores caught my attention. If you were ever a Girl Scout, I know you remember S’mores—those yummy treats made of hot toasted marshmallows pressed against melting Hershey bars gripped between two crispy graham crackers. They were a staple of every campout I ever went on when I was a kid Libbey’s age.
Today I’m thinking about being eleven, campouts, and S’mores, and I’m smiling.”Thank you, Lord.”