My Village

I had a wonderful Mother's Day. Hillary Clinton once said it takes a village. There is a lot of truth to that statement. We met two close families for lunch after church. All the kids (now adults) actually came home, except my son. It was so great seeing everyone, but it quickly became apparent that lunch was not going to be long enough for our daughters and plans were made to meet back later in the evening for pizza and games. Peer pressure was administered and those planning to leave for their various apartments across the state were convinced to stay until Monday. When we met back, the setting was ideal, as we sat on a beautiful porch, three moms and 5 daughters, the weather outside was perfect. The girls were laughing as they reminisced about the past and told of future plans. They were all completely comfortable with one another, I recognized the rarity of the moment. I caught my friend with a tear slipping from her eye, she looked at me and said "Isn't this wonderful?" and it was. All these young women, no conflict, easy, fun. (It wasn't always like that when they were all running around and in elementary school!) The noise level was still considerable, but totally enjoyable. I am so glad that we are part of this village. Colossians 2:2