But we still call each other up to play poor girls. We pack up our Jeannie bags and poor kid supplies and go survive on beetles. We still run away from orphan keepers. It's the kind of thing I can't ever imagine growing out of.
Our days are busier now and we don't get every spare moment to pet the cows and have adventures. (some days I really wish I could go back to those days!) I know my fall is going to be pretty packed with rehearsals, lessons, school, ACT, and all that growing up stuff that is good, but does make a day full.
Yesterday morning, I woke up and realized I actually had a light day ahead of me. Nowhere to go, just to finish school. I called the girls up and planned our meeting place. We gathered our Jeannie bags, poor kid stuff, bows and arrows, and headed out for an adventure.
It was great time together and such a fun afternoon. About the time we were done shooting, who should run down the hill, but Josh! He came home from college for the night, and we all played on the swings until supper time.
After supper we had hot cocoa and watched Little Bear with the kids.
I call that a wonderful day. Life is incredible. When we were out there shooting in the wide open field, we just stopped and looked at each other. How cool. We're a clan of ragamuffins here on this farm. Maybe cliche, but it's true..we'll all grow up, some of us are away at college and some are married...but we're always cousins. We're forever the clan. We'll still get together and have our wild adventures, and always have the memories. What a gift.
Thank you God, for an extraordinary day. Well, for extraordinary life.

































