Last Friday Brian and I went to the homeschool conference in Springfield, Mo. I was so excited because we would get to see our good friends, the Solis. They are venders and travel around to the homeschool conferences selling wonderful books. They own Lifetime Books and Gifts. We have known them for several years and look forward to seeing them every year. This year was a treat....not only did we get to see them at the conference, but they came and stayed with us for a couple of days. They invited a new family to join us and what a great time we all had. Between the three families, there were 14 kids. I loved it! On Sunday, April 25th the gang started showing up around 5pm. There were four very lively boys in the bunch with anticipation of the arrival of the rest of the group. Immediately, my boys were drawn to these guys. They were
BOYS... if you know what I mean. They were dressed in boy dress and loved playing with guns and just boy stuff. By 7pm, the rest of the group came. My daughter was excited, because there were girls in that group. Mia who is 6 and Isabella who is a baby...but hey they were girls and that was all that mattered. We set up the Guy and Shirley's motorhome and got Laura settled in the onsite camper. A bonfire was started and dinner was on. I found out that my dear sweet friend, Shriley, had never had roasted hotdogs....the things we Missourians take for granted. Shirley is from Ecquador and Guy is from Columbia...they live in Homested, Fl. Never had roasted hotdogs....I couldn't wait to show Shirley what to do. Needless to say SHE LOVED THEM...We had the gammit...hotdogs, chips, and ofcourse roasted marshmellows. It was great. The weather was cool, so if felt like it was a fall evening. After talking into the night, we all settled in to our beds
with the great memories of fellowship still realing in our minds. The next morning, the boys were up and gone by the time the rest of us got up. We were blessed with a beautiful morning that was quite and breezy....then....the boys ( all of them) came back to camp to eat. As I watched this wave of hungry testosterone, I was amazed at the sounds that were coming out of these boys. Grunts, yelps, and growls. "Not to worry." I was told. They were just bonding. I had to laugh. Needless to say the muffins and juice went fast. After breakfast, the kids took off to play "war" in the picnic area. All I could see was a sea of camoflauge with airsoft guns and two girls in for the adventure. After making sure everyone had on their goggles, it was time to see them off and clean up breakfast. It was so wonderful to have my special friends with me. I kept thanking God for the precious time to spend with them. We piled into the back of the pickup truck and headed out to see if we could spot some baby bison. What treat when we actually came up on the herd and there were several new babies to see. The little kids in the back were taking it all in. The bison mamas were ever watchful of us as we drove around the herd looking at all we could see. On our way back, we came across a beautiful meadow of Indian Paintbrush, the beautiful bright orange wildflower that blooms this time of year.
At lunch time, Shriley made us a wonderful Central American meal of lentils, sticky rice, and burgers. Wow, it was wonderful. I tried to watch her cook everything, but am not sure if I will be able to recreate the tasty food. She told me that she is going to make a cookbook of Central American meals.
The day went by way too fast and soon it was time to say our goodbyes. We promised each other to write and to keep in touch. We will see each other again next spring. As they pulled out of the drive, I was reminded by God at how small our world really is. Who would have thought that we would meet a family from southern Florida, much less become friends. God always has His hand in everything we do. We are so blessed to have a saviour who loves us and enjoys giving us those little surprises along the way in life.