A Time to Mourn, and a Time to Laugh

We buried our dear uncle/brother-in-law, Jon on Friday morning. It was a very sad yet very hopeful morning. The pastors at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Stevensville shared many words of comfort with all who came, and the honor guards and ceremony provided by the various police departments present reminded us of all the people Jon had served in his career as an officer. We also were able to share in a post-funeral luncheon which gave us time to connect with a lot of family and friends we hadn't seen in quite awhile.

In the afternoon, after the luncheon, we rested for a bit and the kids napped. When dinner hour came, we headed to the local little park where Gabe had baseball practice. What a great thing to do at the end of our day! The kids played, we all cheered like silly fans for everything Gabe did on the field, and as the day ended we felt very grateful to have one another.
 

 

Walking to the park, cousins go hand in hand.

 

Asher is a cutie in his Cardinal cap!

 

 

The next generation's major leaguer!

 

Gabe scoops up a grounder and we all cheered!

 

Syd liked the teeter totter the best.

 

Rhy loves slides... in ANY direction!

 

This is what contentment looks like.

 

Uncle Leon, Ash, and Syd check out the teeter totters.

 

My girls, Gretchen and her Syd.

 

Rhy loves slides!

 

Asher: "Whee! Catch me Daddy!"