We made it to the end. WHEW!!! A house full of grand kids, their parents and the grand parents is an experience that will not be soon forgotten. When you have a family of 22 in one small home, sleeping in the living room floor, on the hide-a-bed, on the living room floor; on the dining room floor, the kitchen floor, and in all three bedrooms; there is bound to be some tension build up.
We all get along very well, yet there is tension. I must give the credit to our getting along well to our GOD and Savior Jesus Christ. Without that it would be nigh to impossible. It also has to do with loving one another, and understanding matters.
We have had our problems; we continue to have problems where there are arguments occasionally over various matters; yet we still get together, converse, and enjoy our time together.
When we have got together at Philip’s and Sarah’s I have always been happy to return home. When the kids are all here I am happy to see them come; but I am also happy to see the tail lights or rear bumpers of their cars headed toward their own homes. Some people thinks that’s mean. That’s the way life works. Children are supposed to grow up and leave home. If you don’t like it; get over it and accept the fact that you can’t hang on to them forever. Nor, should you even want to.
From the banks of Flat Creek.