While living in the beautiful state of Maine, our sweet neighbors invited us to a summer fling at a campground over in Ogunquit. Their son, who was a real cutie pie, was performing for the evening cookout, which was to celebrate the end of summer. These were a great group of campers who pulled their RV's into the camp and set up home sweet home from May until the end of August. They ate together and played together every year....same place, same people.
Our neighbors enjoyed their son singing, their grandchildren playing, their daugher-in-law right by their side and we watched them smile and laugh long through the evening. We watched others, dance with their families and the kids run up and give their grandparents big hugs and kisses.
I took many pictures that evening and even framed one of our neighbors which I gave them as a going away gift. OUR going away....moving back to Texas.....HOME!
I looked back at those pictures of that particular evening and there was saddness on both the faces of the darling and me. Sad eyes....sad thoughts. Even though there was a fun summer celebration going on, we were alone, without OUR family, in the midst of all these people. I knew it would have to miracle if there was some way we could move back home....
We are thankful everyday for that divine intervention, as I like to call it. Look at all these times we would have missed. To us, it's all about family....these are the moments of our lives.....and we smile and celebrate!