So that's when I thought about life and tiny patches of sun among what seem like impossibly dark clouds, knowing full well my thoughts were terribly cliched, but still kind of feeling emotional about the analogy. Because there we were putting the faith of nine children into that patch of sun, that grew brighter and larger as we headed northeast, and turned into a completely sunny day by the time we got to Farmington. I thought about so many things that seem hopeless, but are worth pursuing if we put our faith in even the tiniest patch of sun. Not so original, but it was meaningful to me.
So here are the pictures from the big day.
Sam took Will on this one. Will was terrified. See Sam back there. He will always be a kid at heart.
The big kids spent the afternoon and evening with Uncle Joe riding Wicked, the Colossus, exploring the rest of the park.
I spent the whole time in the little kids' section. I was grateful to have Courtney and Zoe's company. Grandpa and Grandma came to help with all the grandchildren too.
On Lagoon day it's easy to convince the kids that the soda and red vines were our lunch and dinner. I was grateful that Aunt Judy threw in some ham and cheese too.
What a blessing to get to spend such a fun day with Aunt Miriam and Uncle Bryan too. I was grateful for their help.
Little cousin Bo had enough of waiting outside of the haunted house.