Happy Father’s Day to the father of our children …. all nine of them! We are so thankful for his leadership, work ethics and steady faithfulness to our family. There is never a dull moment in our lives {sometimes, we wish we had more dull moments so we could catch an afternoon nap on the porch!}.
Shortly after this photo was taken, we decided to try tubing down this river and see where it ends. Well, let’s just say … that’s another chapter in our family book … four hours later, with the sun quickly setting and promising a night of darkness lost in the woods … thunder and rain … nine beaver dams to climb over, meeting Canada’s largest national animal face to face, a slippery eel slinking between Abby’s legs, sinking, slimy mud, old barbwire fences hidden in the underbrush, a drunk country bumpkin on his redneck motorcyle, lost shoes, steep hills to scale, deflated tubes that were eventually lost in the woods on the trek back to the road, unrelenting blackflies, angry mosquitoes, abandoned fishing poles littering the sides of the river, fallen trees across the river, lost communication (aka. cell phone falling into the water), river up to your neck and some very lost and upset children … a definite memory was made.
“Well, at least you had a fun memory with your daddy,” I said, reassuringly as I picked up the very tired, very cold tubers later that night from their lost destination and brought them home for a hot shower and a comfy sleep in their beds.
“Mommy,” my daughter said, looking me in the eyes. “That was NOT a fun memory. I felt like I was William Carey on the river in India!!!!”
Ahhh, good times.
Thankful for this man and for all the good memories we have – and are – making — even if it means losing cell phones in murky water and spending a Sunday afternoon lost in the wild river and tangled woods of the countryside.
by Gigi
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