Father's Day weekend found us taking what is likely our last road trip as a family of six. Sarah and Benjamin took Friday off work and drove down to join us. We discovered Chemin-A-Haut State Park
with its trails and bayous and fireflies and chiggers.
Saturday morning, we piled into the van again to drive a few more hours to my cousin's wedding and a mini family reunion.
Those Schalchlins are special people. Even if I weren't biased, they would still be some of my favorites.
Jesus loving, book reading, joke telling, hymn singing kind of people.
The day after the wedding was Father's Day. I knew when I married Aaron that he would be a very good daddy. I just had no idea how good.
He is patient and wise, godly and committed to his children. A beautiful example of our heavenly Father.
Sunday morning, we joined our sweet friends, the Hibbards, at their church which was just a short drive from the cabin. On the way to church, we got a text asking Aaron to preach because Ann was taking Doug to the emergency room.
So in addition to the gift of all the kids sitting on the same pew and singing together, we also got to enjoy one of the best sermons I've ever heard my hubby preach.
Our time with the Hibbards was short and sweet,
but oh, how good it felt to hug Ann's neck again.
Our young adults spent six hours on the road, three days in a row, and they didn't have time to dilly dally in getting back to their homes. So we waved them out of the driveway, and then got to see their faces one more time
when Sarah discovered she left her flip flops in our van and had to turn around and come back. The vehicle slowed just enough for me to hand her the shoes and blow a kiss, then our fabulous weekend really was finished.
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