OK weird dream time again. Josh and Christi were in it. Just as bystanders, though. Probably because they are here for a visit.
For some insane reason we owned some kind of mixture between a cabin cruiser (yes, that’s a boat) and one of those big RV’s that you have to drive rather than tow. Weird again, because I have always said I would never have either.
In the dream, we watched as the roof slowly caved in because it was being eaten away by termites. And if that wasn’t enough, someone had tried to break into our car - with a crowbar - in about six different places - but no windows were damaged.
So. Bad day in dreamville. Weird. Want to know what’s even weirder? When I got up I looked out the front window to see if the car was damaged. But what about hidden meanings? Best I can come up with: we should stay away from luxury boats and big RV’s.
Around 9:30 or so we went to the beach. Hey. When you have Inlanders here on an island for a holiday, where else are you going to go? The boys played a rousing game of football (they are trying to convince Luke to give it a try when he gets old enough. He’s OK with the idea. Well, unless he falls in love with cross country. That’s his latest sport). Then they switched to wiffle ball. That didn’t work out so well. The wind was blowing like crazy again, so the ball … took flight … a time or two. Actually the MVP of the wiffle ball game was AnnaGrace. She was the first one to hit the ball. Good job, Girl! Luke smacked a few long ones as well, so the Young Ones had a good showing. They got brave after a while and invited old DadDad to take some licks. He popped a few left handed, but right handed he was a sure fire out. Thanks for including me, guys.
The kids finished out Beach Day as it should be … playing in the water. On the way home we stopped for some pizzas. What better food for a passle of young’uns?
Speaking of a passle of young’uns, Cailyn and Gavin stopped by to say hi, then later in the afternoon all the LaMarque cousins arrived. And for dinner we did the grilling burgers and dogs holiday thing. Several games popped up. Galveston-opoly, Nuts, Grounded for Life, and even one the adults joined in on where we tried to guess the meanings of some long and strange words. Great family time during some wild and crazy thunderstorms.
Galatians 4:7 says, So you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.
Father, thanks for family, in all its many expressions. Amen.
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