I do apologize if it comes off that way and I'm not sure of how to get around that. We just spent an extended weekend with our long-time homeschool book club friends and it was AWESOME! But let me preface the post by sharing a conversation I had this weekend with a friend in our family book club we've been a part of for the last nine years.
Dave Y. says to me, "Betsy, we sure do enjoy you and Abe and your family."
I replied, "Thank you. We think you all are so spectacular that sometimes we're afraid we don't quite measure up. Christine-- the fitness and fashion guru, Dave Y.-- the musical artistic genius, David F. the wildly successful CEO of a tech company, Andrea-- the self taught expert on everything and queen of organizing, Steve--the outdoorsy BYU professor, Adrianne-- the organizer of First Lego League in Utah, JL-- so focused and organized. Wow!-- We enjoy all of your company so much but we don't have much to offer you.
Dave says, "Well, it's kind of like this guy I knew in college. He was a drummer in a band. This band was never going to go anywhere and he wasn't a very good drummer. In fact, he was pretty crummy, but he was a really great guy and they all liked him. They enjoyed having him around so they didn't want to get rid of him."
So I'm thinking, I guess in our book club we're the crummy drummer! We aren't terribly spectacular in any particular area except that they like us and enjoy our company and so they keep us around.....I'll take it!
I tell this story, not in any way to place myself on the pity pot. I was already aware that I'm more of a crummy-drummer-type so this wasn't offensive to me-- nor did Dave say it or mean it in any unkind way at all. I've always been good at recognizing great qualities in other people that I want to emulate. You don't have to be good at everything-- you just have to be friends with someone who is.
But even more than that, I realized that Heavenly Father blesses us with not only what we can do ourselves, but he can provide opportunities for us to benefit from other peoples' talents and blessings as well. So before I get really obnoxious with all these pictures and tales of the good times had, please know that I recognize these blessings of great friends and the good things that follow are one of God's greatest gifts to me.
Furthermore, I am grateful for all of my children and I do not resent in anyway the time and energy and resources they take. I know this is where God would have me put my time and I love it and I love them. But I'm not blind. I know that because I spend my life in raising so many little people, there are other areas that I do not excel. I feel that one of the ways I am blessed is to have relationships with other people and families that do excel where I may not. So even though I'm a likable crummy drummer-- my family can still be influenced by the fitness guru and the tech guy and the artistic genius.
The short of it is that my friends are awesome and we're not worthy! Now, onto the good times.
Our annual book club retreat is a highlight of our year every September. In the past we've camped or rented a vacation home or condo. This year the Flynn's graciously opened their home and newly completed pool for our recreational pleasure. I declare this to be our best retreat yet!
In this picture they are all doing the "shark dance" as led by Abraham the Pied-Piper of children.
Cub Scout quality skits.
The boys worked up a rather dramatic rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
Elinor enjoyed Yoga with Christine and the ladies.
The adults went out to see Austenland (which I loved) and out to eat at Royal India. It was my first time eating Indian food. It was delish!
What better way to end than with a family dance of vintage dances. So much fun with families dancing together. Moms, dads, siblings, friends. Just grab a partner and have fun. It makes me so happy just to think about it.
Shh, don't tell him, but I may be dancing with my future son-in-law in this picture. Tee-hee-hee!
I suppose I'll begin and end with swimming. George was great the whole weekend. He loved the pool and fortunately he was not much of a daredevil.
Cannon would shout out, "CANNON-BALL!" each time he flew off the diving board.
It was a good, good weekend.
And that is a nice, nice view.
And that is a nice, nice view.