Mix in one happy morning spent at church, a double serving of a three year old twins' birthday bbq, a heaping helping of family, add friends for flavor, beat the clouds to a froth in the great outdoors on a day which couldn't decide whether to be beautiful or petulant, sprinkle in a generous portion of a herd of kids, a dog and a cat, and it couldn't get better, except for a few skinned knees. After all the presents were opened, what did the birthday twins enjoy playing with?...the buckets where the ice had melted into water cold enough to freeze their little hands while laughing and splashing: simple pleasures.
What could be sweeter than watching the birthday brother and sister dressed in yellow shadowing each other walking through the midst of the crowd of kin not straying far from each other's side throughout the day in a close fellowship woven in the womb. Precious.
Earlier in the week Aden and Grace had taken to collecting pet snails. The four year old spent his time racing them, carrying them around, kissing them until he was called in, "Aden, come wash your hands. We're going out to eat." He was heard saying to his slimy pets, "Hear that guys? You get to go too!" Oh, the sweet fellowship! But we have to draw the slimy line somewhere.
"...breaking bread from house to house, they were taking their meals together with gladness and sincerity of heart..." Acts 2:46