Father's Day

Happy Father's Day!

I love my dad because he cries when he prays for our family,

 because he taught me to be teachable,

because he made me feel safe,

because he was honest about his own failings,

because he's a dreamer,

because he can always see a way to do it,

because he supported my dreams,

and because he taught me to love God.

Thank you.

We just returned from a fun Father's Day weekend trip to our first bluegrass festival. The band Jim plays with, Kevin Pace and the Early Edition, played today for the Sunday morning Gospel Show to an appreciative crowd.  Yesterday campers in the fairgrounds camping area were treated to an unusual sight.  Here's the van:

The coffin looking box on top, our "carcophagus," is for the bass.  We could fit it inside the van, but then we wouldn't have room for 5 kids, 2 adults, 1 dog, and plenty of camping gear, food, and random toys.  The van itself isn't too unusual, but all of us piling out was apparently pretty funny to our neighbors who couldn't believe all of the people and stuff that we kept pulling out.  Got it all back in, though! 

Camping at a bluegrass festival isn't like camping in the woods.  For one thing, the wild animals you find in the woods are sometimes noisy, but they never, ever, sit up and jam until the wee hours of the morning.  At least you don't have to worry about being eaten by your neighbors at a bluegrass festival!

Also, I don't typically wear a skirt and a cute hat when I'm camping in the woods.  Here I am, happily playing the part of band groupie for my hubby:

 Charity loved it, too, bringing out her first real chuckles this weekend.  

So, with our first festival behind us, we're looking forward to a few more before the season is over, hoping to be a blessing and slosh some God-love on the unsuspecting people around us.