Then it was Sunday morning. All the hustle and bustle of graduation and company slowed, and it was just Sunday. Sunday like my home. Big bowls of cereal and the girls still in jammies and messy hair. We all piled on the sofa; long, tall Brown boys and girls with Bibles, and Liz brought the afghan. The gigantic afghan for Laura, that turned out bigger than originally planned and was big enough to cover all eight of us kids, all in a line on the couch, all at the same time. And the picture, if I had a picture, would say, "Got afghan?" like Liz said.
There's all these little things not captured on camera, except the camera of your memory, and somehow it makes me sad that there isn't anything to hang on to but the memory. And yet, I'm still smiling. Hanging on to this picture in my mind and a happiness that can't ever be distorted or changed.
Then, after Bible study, we girls rushed to dress and headed off to the lovely Omaha and the Henry Doorly Zoo! A warm, sun shiny day, perfect for a day at the zoo. Perfect Day, right, Laura?
We sat down on the benches and watched the sharks and sting ray, and of course took time for a picture.
But the butterflies were so amazing and lovely. Dawna would have loved it there! Wish she could have come along.
Hannah and Grace wanted snow cones, but they were all pre-made, so they decided to go for ice cream. What's the fun of getting a snow cone when you can't even watch them make it?
We all took pictures on the rope/branch swing. Some nice people from India let us go first.
A nice lady took this picture for us. At least we got to see some lions and wild cats.
I wish I'd realized it then, how good it was to just talk to her; her bustling about the kitchen being her awesome cook self, and me just talking. Wish I'd told her more things. 'Cause I don't get to do that very often. I felt kind of useless just talking, and Peter made me see things different. Thanks, Peter.